This palace, those invisible hands
That stroke the music from thin air,
Call it magic:  everywhere
The haunted rooms obey commands,
And yet it sounds like loneliness.
Yes, I’m that ugly sister, true,
You’ll say I only envy you.
The fact—I know your secret guess—
Surrendered blind to his embrace,
You dared not look.  A human voice,
You thought.You never had a choice.
Perhaps a monster, face to face,
With scales and fangs and leathern wings.
What of the fetus that you carry?
For certain it is human? Very?
Doubt burns like hot wax; it stings.
 
Doubt burns. Like hot wax, it stings.
For certain, it is human, very.
What of the fetus that you carry,
With scales and fangs and leathern wings
Perhaps? A monster. Face to face,
You thought you never had a choice,
You dared not. Look, a human voice
Surrendered blind to his. Embrace
The fact. I know your secret. Guess.
You’ll say I only envy you.
Yes I’m that ugly, Sister True,
And yet...It sounds like loneliness,
The haunted rooms. Obey commands:
Call it magic. Everywhere,
That stroke, the music. From thin air,
This palace, those invisible hands.