The Saga of April Dark: Song Two

Song Two

She was the epitomy of the definition of beauty when you're young
The very bright, shimmering presence that turns play into song
The fall of a lock of hair upon her cheek
And the smile that speaks especially to the weak

As children our mothers taught us constantly
The rules of abiding by standards of society
A lady was one concerned for others comfort most of all
Before her pleasant and behind her a wall

Lay your lives upon your feet
And speak what is spoken for you to see
A lady accepts her role
But applies strength in all goals

Wild was she, my friend Ann Fair
She lived for herself and no one would dare
To take away what she wanted most
To live in happy, remote, repose

◄ The Saga of April Dark: Song One

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