Let Her Know

Let her know what she was kept from,

Let her create the best rhyme ever,

Let her embellish the words that come,

From the deepest ocean of the whole ever,

For she should learn how it goes,

How esteem is earned not borrowed,

She wrote a long verse and big prose,

But in those lines, her childishness echoed,

Yesterday she was enraptured on her good,

Today she stands in the balcony for that poor beggar,

She is towards the good old side of the wood,

And who is watching her from the roof is the Anchor,

Anchor who had commanded her,

From the start and protected her from the pit,

As she must rapidly decline never,

He gives her the push for her grit,

For she should learn to face the devil,

For she must know to kill the dead,

For she should, the dark world, dishevel,

Oh, my Anchor! Let her know the secret.