They said I was captured
But really, I was free.
They said I was stolen,
But they were wrong about me.
Maybe I wanted to go,
Maybe he was always more than a beast.
They mourned for the winter,
But without it,
How could they know spring?
They searched for me with torches,
But what if I didn't want to be found?
Did they stop to consider I loved him?
I wish they had.
Maybe then he would be free of the chains
But the story is told by the victor.
So I was trapped in a land of darkness,
Where hatred reigns supreme.
I was stolen away from the world that loved me.
I wish I was free as he.