She descended during summer, reaching out from murky depths. Little sea princess, sweet little girl. So wronged, so sad, so cruel. The waxy moon hung low, it swings with each swirl of wind. Mosaic glass, dusty pillars. My dear Grace, you were always part of the hunter’s faction.
Don’t speak, don’t forgive. Poor princess couldn’t be heard. All you wanted was to shout it out wasn’t it? But all your cries are small and the days have moved on they can’t be heard at all. Poor little princess, poor little girl, you wanted vengeance, you wanted them dead.
Swivelling and silent, like the datura that cuts off strands of life. Swimming and secretive, like the lotus who hides its roots below the surface. With the way of water you came, swindling past rocky banks. Little girl, sweet princess, you came and then you left. With blessings you brought a new era upon your people, with tragedy you left.
As you grew within that little village, so did your thoughts. You longed to speak your heart’s wishes. Why couldn’t wish speak, why couldn’t they? Why were they left to die? Just like you…
Little princess, oh little princess, there came the day you turned nineteen. Such beautiful locks you have, such pretty eyes you wear. And your heart, oh and your heart, the most beautiful machine in all the lands. Little princess, little sea princess, please forgive them so, please forgive the foolish, forgive the unclean. They tied you and anchored you, to the king in yellow you were martyred.
“Can’t speak, can’t forgive, for my name is Grace and your memories will not live.”