The Forest Maiden

Bind us now, to what we withhold,
Let us resound, shining of gold.
Joyful partakers hear by stand
Grasping for life within your hand.

Such precious beliefs this object may breathe,
Glimmering with fate soon, by this eve.
Clutch firmly to what there lays,
Alas, holding on too securely, it may fray.

Be gentle now, hush, hear the darkness,
As it sinks in deeply to your hand's eternal bliss.
Uncalled to be, jealousy is agonized,
Rejoicing joyously to what there abides.

The want to hold on is too strong,
But, to be created is where it belongs.
Opening hands cold with trepidation,
The Forest Maiden looks at her new creation.

The burning sun will sing of her desire,
Mimicking it by its dreaming fire.
As it is released into the galaxy,
The sun will giggle with gallant glee.

But, once you see what did stray,
You'll aloud curse the Forest Maid.
For what she gave us was the world,
And all the lies that unfurled;
Hiding beneath pale veils so cold,
You are bound to what you withhold.

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Understanding: The Forest Maiden held, in her hands, the world. She then freed it, creating the earth and all, but also unleashing lies and all that the world is. The last two lines basically say you are respond for what you do.