I was born fair yet fair you not. For treated as the fair I am not. One moment hearing a pledge of undying love and yet the other shuned. Perhaps it would be best if I were left as a marter. For once I gazed the world through the bright eyes of Hermia yet now I see through the washed eyes of Helenor. "Oh spite...oh hell!" Where is it written such in the book of fate that I must endure such spite? Dear Helenor who's tear stained face did but speak the truth. "Your wrongs do set a scandel on my sex" "We should be wooed and were not made to woo" Yet for her the fairies did do her justice however, in our world of injustice I will stay and wait.
Alone...why am I so alone? I stand in a crowded room and yet I am more alone than you could possibly imagine. I look for favor in his eyes and I find it for a short time...then his intrest is lost in me and I am alone once more. For the raven who's wings are painted black as night does devour my shredded heart. Unto the raven I do speak take it. For what use have I for this abomination known as a heart? To love? Only for what? To be driven back and away as a dog or a cur hated for what it is? I plead with you..no beg this I desire not so give me not such pain and anguish as thou hast, simply take from me all feelings whilst I sleep so I know not of the dreams which might of enamored my soul in the dream state in which I lay. Instead I would rather have nothing for with nothing comes nothing...no pain, no heartache, no salty tears that sting the wounds of my tender heart. So I leave my request unto you to taunt me no further but to leave me to my ruin in peace.
