Drifting into the unknown
She wanders
Setting aside mortality
For the robe of eternity
Once her life was ruled
By a man
With his harsh ways
His sharp tongue
His even sharper hand
Not cruel, not exactly
Just not soft
She tired of trying to show him
Tired of submitting
Tired of hiding away
Tired of surpressing herself
Oh, what she could have been
What she could have done
But she put the past behind her
And slipped into the world of the faery
And as the sweet nirvana overwhelmed her
She wondered
Would he miss her?
Or the dinner not on his table?