A Song for Joy: from "Demoniac"

a Poem to Joy
Her name was Joy for she smiled wide smiles
Wide as the sky, as a little child
But when she bore a babe they would sigh and die
Poor joy was dejected; she cried and cried
Until keepers came to throw and tote
Joy into the madhouse with her woe, not to let her out
So endless tears could fall and fall
Out of our sight behind walls and walls

(from my "Demoniac" book. Go on, ask me about it!)
 (c)2010 me.