with a strange timbre in her cry
As I gave her my breast I met a pair
of strange glittering fey eyes
No one has ever believed me,
they think I am insane
But there is some other creature
wearing my baby's name
No one understands why it is
that I mourn, why I grieve
I've tried to get someone to help me,
but I'm never believed
This baby is so self contained
she watches me so strange
I don't care what anyone says,
I am not deranged
At times when we are alone,
she taunts me with a glimpse
Of shining sapphire eyes,
pupils not round but an ellipse
Her limbs have grown
so elongated and so quickly
Not plump and sturdy,
but ethereal and spindly
With this baby in her place,
where is my own flesh and blood
Where have they taken her,
what, to her, has been done?
What strange sort of mother
nourishes my babe with her milk
How can I accept this
odd substitute of ethereal ilk
A deep instinctive wisdom in her
seems to acknowledge my belief
Ageless eyes show sympathy,
as if to comfort me in my grief
Gold trophy winner
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