A Troubadours Tale: Sunshine

Once there lived a beautiful maiden named Sunshine,
She has the most beautiful heart, she has the most beautiful smile.
Beyond the two mountains, two valleys crossed the sea,
There she lived a quiet life beside the big and old sycamore tree.

Her hopes are high and her spirit is kindness,
Her hands are gold, she is the light in the darkness.
Every man will surely wish for her hand,
For there is no maiden quite like her in the land.

Her beauty fades not, she is like of sunshine.
Her name tells it so, her beauty is so fine.
One day, a stranger came, disturbed her simple living.
The things he did was simply mind blowing.

Come ye, come all and hear thou story,
Of a maiden deflowered by a man crossed the sea.
No questions asked and no problems were answered,
Only a gash of blood dripping beneath the cupboard.

T'was a tragedy for a sweet innocent child,
T'was a tragic indeed now everything's denied.
Her heart once so pure, so kind and so sweet,
T'is now full of anger, like poisonous thorns in a wound so deep.

~ ©Cathy O'maley Dee