Sadness conceals her heart hidden are her most inner chambers
my name is Melancholy I am her daughter
we are psyically connected
telepathical we converse no matter where we may be
I’m of the houses of nine
the twinkle in my Father’s eye
great things are expected of me in the Onyx kingdom
but I prefer my Father’s garden dream
tending my father’s beauty
I’ve been there guarding his ancient tomes since the beginning
echoes of the first human conversations with Wisdom,
can still be heard in the shade
to romance a notion, I can see the lady in white discovering the fruits of his labor
while they held philosophical talks of great value
she was everything he desired
he made part of himself manifest in the body of a mortal man to be with her
in the end however, he was sorely disappointed,
her spirit was much too young, lacked substance
so he began a journey of discovery with her
my love for my Father was great. I always shadowed his steps
and was with them every step of the way
living as a leper once, turned into a pillar of salt because my Father said, ” Don’t look back
but I couldn’t help myself and looked back to see what was going on there
a great many things happened while on Earth, it varied from day to day
and it all depended on my Father’s mood, what happened to me
He wanted me to go home
but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to miss a thing of this amazing man’s life
