creation story

the dawn dewy awakens pink nourishing a newborn into a world still woeful yet fresh without fault/fragile her mother focuses forward but flashed back to a time her hands were tied in a pose of surrender. (soldiers statue-like cry cold into palms not read without mystery) the soul child curlsyawnsyellsyowls smiles to the unbegotten strangers dull to the mystery. spaceward the father reluctantly renews his battle with regret the confusion of a species spellbound with selfish intention. suddenly the lifegiver senses her calling _she is needed_ the child will be called queen.