fruit

Sadness conceals her heart hidden are her most inner chambers
my name is Melancholy I am her daughter
we are psyically connected
telepaathical 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 beem there guarding his ancient tomes since the beginning
echoes of the firt human conversations with Wisdom, 
can stillbe heard in the shade

to romance a notion, I can see the lady in white discovering the fruits of his labor
while they held philospophical 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, she sorely disappointed, 
her spirit much to young lacked substance

so he began a journey of discovery with her
my love of my Father was great I always shadowed his steps
and was with them every step of the way

living as a leper once, turn to 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