Once again we wend through this written dream.
Revisiting our friend from the last scene.
Let’s reminisce on what we’ve not yet seen-
The history of this fey, marked queen.
A kingdom of light, reigned over by two:
A regent king and his fairy wife, true.
Though their love begat ten sweet little tykes,
Just one could be named; fate struck as it likes.
Born to rule by chance of mark, chosen one;
A babe’s life planned before it had begun.
This precocious girl, Ven, soon grew into
A wild young woman who saw her own view.
Not seeking to be bound by crown, Ven spoke –
“Queenly rainment I’ll not wear, I revoke
Your arrangements for my life, can’t you see
What misery you bestow upon me?!”
“Calm, child, settle,” said her aging father,
“This is your fate,” entreated her mother.
Both compelled, “This is not a simple game.
You were singled, marked, and were called by name!”
Who singled, what mark, what name, to what end?