Belovéd

Whispered countenance, quietly restrained
Longing soul ties repressed and refrained
Beveling around the blatant stares
Fearfully caught unawares

Curvéd spirit, devilishly dancing
Bashfully bold and swiftly prancing
Sweeping through the open door
To the meadow floor

Sacred moment, held to pause
Loosened chains and broken laws
She lifts a smile to the sky
Freedom drawing nigh

Alas! Alas! No one hears
The releasing of forgotten fears
Ancient demons cursed to roam
Belovéd coming home