The fall-out

Faraway upon a dream
With wings sprouted
Showing only the cream

A swishing sound
A drop to the ground
Nothing left to reclaim

Sunny meadows and frayed leaves,
animals that toil in the shade ‘neath.
In their midst, a life sprang.

Joyous, abundant, only pure,
this child was raised from noble loam,
the scent of the earth, of the assured.

She knows not dreams nor the sour.
She knows not the gut of furore
Readying to set foot into the unknown.

Now you come, now you shake,
To try and conquer
That which you mislaid.

In my lair, you hath set foot
In my heart, you trembled and shook
Thrown out again and again.

Come not ye hence and again
For such conduct, hath here no residence
No space without or within.