Born in the Underworld, where darkness is day,
She came like spring, like the first day of May.
The elders they looked at her and her pale shiny skin
And turned up their noses at this latest of kin.
The mother she wept for the oddity of the girl
Whose skin glimmered and shone like a deep sea pearl.
The father was angry, he didn’t understand
why the baby didn’t look like the people from his land.
The healers tried all their curses and cures
To try and darken the childs’ soul, so white and pure.
But the child remained white and fair
From her tiny toes to her ash blond hair.
The people they gasped when her skin was revealed
and cried in shock when they heard she couldn’t be healed.
They turned away when her good nature shone through
and sparkled in the air like morning dew.
They muttered and cursed at this child so pale
but their child heard none, their talk to no avail.
So it was decided by the elders alone,
the girl was to be sent up to the land unknown
The parents agreed on the little girls fate,
for they too had learnt to curse and hate.
They knew the girl did not belong
in their world of no laughter, cheer or song.
So on a darker night when the light was all gone
except from the blanket where the little girl shone,
The girls soul was extracted with a powerful word
and released into a bottle in the form of a bird.
They lifted the bottle into the dark sky
where a little star was blinking way up high.
They pulled out the cork and the bird was free
flying up to the star, her new destination to be.
As the little bird flew away to the star
The crowd watched on from below, from afar.
Suddenly their hearts began to pound
And they were startled by this new sound.
For what they hadn’t realised, was that shining little girl,
the one they had rejected like a oyster that holds the pearl,
Was actually an angel of white and peace
That would cause their hatred and malice to be released.
The little bird looked down, surveying the lands
And saw her old parents smiling and holding hands.
And she knew her duty was done, she had made her mark
For she had brought her beautiful light to their hideous dark.
The little bird continued into the land above
and was birthed in the form of a child of love.
And her new parents knew that she was a special girl
Their little pretty treasure, their little rare pearl.
She grew up to be a child of the world
And her wings of hope and peace she unfurled
Giving her light to the people that remained in the gloom
Just as she had done before, in the dark land of doom .