marzo 15, 2026 “The wolf has eaten a piece of me

 “The wolf has eaten a piece of me

A Crown Left Among the Clouds

Hope lies in a human face,

a tender maiden, pale and mild,

who dreamt beneath the quiet night

with faith as innocent as child.

She listened close to mortal tongues,

to honeyed vows and gentle lies;

they promised life in golden days,

yet veiled their truth in painted skies.

Like sirens from a distant shore

their voices called my wandering feet;

they spoke of games and laughter bright,

of sunlit hours, of joys so sweet.

“Come dine with us,” they kindly said,

and laid their table fair and wide—

yet little did my heart perceive

the dreadful jest their smiles did hide.

For I, poor soul, had not been guest

within the banquet they prepared;

the cruel design was this instead—

that I myself the platter shared.

These wicked keepers shaped my words:

“Be grateful now for what we do.

We guard your life, we guide your steps;

your fragile mind we must subdue.”

They called it living—

yet I knew

it bore the taste of slow decay.

My voice was stolen from my lips;

the doors were closed, the keys concealed.

And all the dreams I held within

lay shattered, buried, unrevealed.

I thought a path might still appear,

some morning bright beyond the gloom—

yet found instead a desert vast,

where truth lay lost in silent tomb.

Now I cannot depart.

They whispered soft:

“This is the way the world must be.

Lie still, dear child—it shall not pain.”

Yet from the cavern of my soul

there rose a tear like falling rain.

They stitched my lips with threads of night

so none might hear the truth I bore;

my cries were bound in silent chains,

my voice forgotten evermore.

They raised me high among the clouds,

beyond the reach of earth below—

and there I spoke into the dark:

Dear Mama, wherever you are, forgive me.

The wolf has eaten a piece of me.

This is not what you taught your child to be—

I fear that I have failed thee.

For I was promised fields of joy,

a world where laughter filled the air—

yet little did my heart perceive

that hope lies in a human face.

And faces too may wear their masks.

Thus now I wander far above,

where silent winds forever roam—

a crownless queen among the clouds,

with neither throne

nor place

called home.

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A Crown Left Among the Clouds

Hope lies in a human face,

a tender maiden, pale and mild,

who dreamt beneath the quiet night

with faith as innocent as child.

She listened close to mortal tongues,

to honeyed vows and gentle lies;

they promised life in golden days,

yet veiled their truth in painted skies.

Like sirens from a distant shore

their voices called my wandering feet;

they spoke of games and laughter bright,

of sunlit hours, of joys so sweet.

“Come dine with us,” they kindly said,

and laid their table fair and wide—

yet little did my heart perceive

the dreadful jest their smiles did hide.

For I, poor soul, had not been guest

within the banquet they prepared;

the cruel design was this instead—

that I myself the platter shared.

These wicked keepers shaped my words:

“Be grateful now for what we do.

We guard your life, we guide your steps;

your fragile mind we must subdue.”

They called it living—

yet I knew

it bore the taste of slow decay.

My voice was stolen from my lips;

the doors were closed, the keys concealed.

And all the dreams I held within

lay shattered, buried, unrevealed.

I thought a path might still appear,

some morning bright beyond the gloom—

yet found instead a desert vast,

where truth lay lost in silent tomb.

Now I cannot depart.

They whispered soft:

“This is the way the world must be.

Lie still, dear child—it shall not pain.”

Yet from the cavern of my soul

there rose a tear like falling rain.

They stitched my lips with threads of night

so none might hear the truth I bore;

my cries were bound in silent chains,

my voice forgotten evermore.

They raised me high among the clouds,

beyond the reach of earth below—

and there I spoke into the dark:

Dear Mama, wherever you are, forgive me.

The wolf has eaten a piece of me.

This is not what you taught your child to be—

I fear that I have failed thee.

For I was promised fields of joy,

a world where laughter filled the air—

yet little did my heart perceive

that hope lies in a human face.

And faces too may wear their masks.

Thus now I wander far above,

where silent winds forever roam—

a crownless queen among the clouds,

with neither throne

nor place

called home.