That blessed event; not for the Blessed,
Immersed the Child unto battles nameless;
Hoped for clemency until She rested.
Yet the Northern Star had left Her hopeless.
Through dismay of downpour and rivers red,
Wandering heartless into toneless ground.
Found an icy home by the water's bed.
Where gypsies of Life dared not make a sound.
Raven's nested. Her shadow grew conscious.
Grayest pebbles felt another's presence.
Views gained thought, while Fingertips turned lifeless.
Otherwise known; without benevolence.
Sees no purpose in herself, but a Pest.
That blessed Event; just for the blessed.
