Never so brightly had she shone
above the Weimar, cold with eyes
left peering, fearing dark advancing
down from heav’n to earth tonight.
Alas, my lady would not budge
nor cease nor brake nor even veer
her flight to greener grass and softer
sands to toil, soil to turn.
So sad to see her go, I was
alone and left beside myself
to numbly stare above and wonder
what more could be done.
…What more could be done?
So in secret I made haste
I drew my kite-string ’round her waist
and tied it tight within a knot
with skill so sleek… she knew it not.
Thus I planned to hold her back
from freedom and dangerous attack!
Off she took without a care
headstrong and headed straight towards
the sky, and starlets in her hair
were gleaming as the night approached.
They met mid-way with such a clash
(the kite string drawn, pulled tight, and snapped)
she vanished then within a flash –
and ash came floating down.
I weakly watched without a sound
as starlets trickled to the ground
and wondered if she still would live
had I not held her back.
…had I not held her back