her eye glints,
theres tension in the air.
A single word rings out-
"Ariadne"

people look around for the source of the sound,
but all that they hear is one word-
"Ariadne"

Desperation resounds through the voice now,
rising into a scream of despair, and that single word lingers still on the
air-
"Ariadne"

it is not apparant what the danger,
yet everyone creeps together,
touch a stranger.
All because of that single word-
"Ariadne"

Who cried there at her funeral? None but those who remember her fire,
the soul that she fed to life with desire,
and al that you know about her is the name-
"Ariadne"

She changed a place, gave it hope, a dream.
How did she fit into life's little scheme?
They offered no info,
though you beg and you plead,
they give you her sounds-
"Ariadne"

Who was she?
A daughter fair?
A maiden clad in naught but blonde hair,
flowing down from the crest of her shapely head?
It wasn't answered,
though one word was said-
"Ariadne"

The explanation falls on deaf little
ears,
and there is none to quiet the fears-
of small girl child,
her face streamed with tears.
None listen to her whimpered
prayers,
and all that comes from their eyes are stares,
as her small heart cries out to the night,
her name-
"Ariadne"


 
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