Again I wake from sleep and resist the urge to weep
as I curse and plot my way to the journey of my day
Wearily I drop my coin into the depths of the lagoon
over the hissing and the spitting that proclaims she’ll be here soon
I focus all my strength on my blank and blackened slates
as I wait to hear the screeching of the lady of the fates
She appears
“It is not the place of one so lowly
to splash in my lake so holy!
If you come here to seek grace
you must prove you know your place
with a loath and bitter gift of your love’s golden jewel”
I rise
I care not for your counsel
or your blessing tiresome damsel!
I came here to make a wish
to your stately school of fish
as I idly wash my feet in your sparkled sacred pool
She rages
“They will not grant you what you seek
for they see your heart is weak
It is to I you must beseech
and give the power of your speech
lest I wreck and flood the favour of a sad and broken fool!”
I retort
You think yourself perfection
as you swim in your own reflection
Yet you are just as trapped as I
lost in the currents of the why
as you rise and fall each day like an angler’s jaded tool!
Blinded by your faith that you are free
you lack the eyes and tears to see
that your water turns to air
which drifts and dies without a care
‘til it neatly fills the home of another maiden cruel!
She recoils
With a spraying jet of rage she flows back to her cage
Tenderly I feed the fish and think about my wish;
To wake up with a smile and live a day without this trial