On the Fringe

Deep in the shadows, where the veil grows thin

There dwells a woman, still a child within

She dances on the fringe where the wildflowers sway

Bristles of color to swirl

Is the joy inside this girl

Innocence in her play

A clown as her face, for laughter is her greatest light

Guiding her off the stage through the darkest of nights

In tattered rags, she still smiles because she is free

A spirit that can't be tamed, a wildly unkempt energy

Her eyes glow as she playfully howls at the moon

Screaming her secrets of worlds gone too soon

Then speaking in whispers of dreams she's never told

In a language long forgotten in this realm of mindless souls

Through fields of demons she skips and smirks

as she embraces the colors of this world

For she's not bound by societies judgements and chains

In her realm only the truth remains

Befriending the creatures of the night

She invites them to dance with her under the starlight

When even the moon wants to hide

Wisdom of ages beyond her years

Yet innocence in her heart is still what steers

And though some may shun her, cast her from this place

She finds solace in their hollow embrace

So let her wander let her roam

In her enchanted world, she's found a home

For in her innocence lies a truth they can't hear

Her insanity is a beacon of light in a world full of despair