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I remember how you use to be
So free was your spirit
Your youthful air filled any room with glee
The child within me leapt for joy
Youth was me again

The flowers and the trees would not bear fruit
The animals lay idle in their snow covered holes
You came along and melted away the ice
Life was unfolding and I was born again

I remember how the waves sung your name
The water echoed your beautiful tender voice
You’re fiery hair sang of your soul
The fire now put out as you drown in the depths of the sirens sea.

I miss the way you smiled at me
Your kind heart grew at every glance
Your freedom reigned in every land
You rescued me from the deaths hands
No song, no poem can say enough
Of the beauty that caused the heavens to sing
The blue eyes which the gods created
To remind me of the seas I longed to swim

I watched from a mountain so high
I knew you even at a far distance
Who could miss that rose colored hair
That the wind fondled and the sun caressed
Your innocence evident even in your mature form
Your were a puppy I wished would follow me home
Every childs dream, everyone’s friend.

I know who you are, my love
I see it within your soul
Your denial cannot hide your heart
And your red hair shall grow back
You try to impress the world like the rest
For the sake of one who knows you not
I was one who didn’t need you to change
Though the one who did was more worthy of your praise
But soon you will see the person you can be
If you just open up and let us see once more
The radiant beauty which we all loved you for.

Your hair dyed black, your ocean eyes hidden
Your tide bring forth nothing but empty shells
Cloaked from the world, could hardly tell it’s you
Your cold empty gaze sends shivers down my spine.

I cry alone as I kiss your old portraits
So lovingly my hand sketched your beauty and your grace

I thought I saw wisdom in your crystal clear waters
Kindness seemed to be the only thing you knew
Perhaps you were too innocent to know enough
So one with strength and pride would come in and take it away

I miss you when you seemed to think
The way you moved when no one saw
Though different than in the presence of others
It was truly the one made by the gods
It is no longer you hear the spirits call
Spiraling outward, you can’t hear it at all.

I miss your beautiful shining red hair
I cried the night you hid it away
I was the first thing I knew, the first thing I saw
Call it vain, call it shallow
For me to cry for the loss of your radiance
But if fit your soul for it to be such a color
Why be ashamed, why hide away
The beauty of your long, shimmering, fiery red hair.
-Dagger