Aislin

Aislin was a pretty girl, warm and sweet and bright
Her hair was thick about her face, and burned red in the light
Without so much as effort, she kept her body thin
When asked how she could do this, Aislin would just grin

Saoirse was plain as paper used to wrap fresh fish
Pudgy, clumbsy, silly, one could hardly call her dish
Yet Saoirse was still friendly, caring and a treat
She treated all else kindly, everyone she’d meet

One day down by the river’s edge, Aislin chanced did spy
The young girl known as Saoirse, who wanted but to die
For Saoirse was lonely, just wanting to be loved
To know that she was worthy, to be someone’s pure dove

There was a boy named Gradin, who’s mind was in his pants
Who offered once to Saorise, the chance with him to dance
She let him have his way with her, she gave him his desire
And when he finished he gave her coins, as payment for her hire

Aislin knelt beside the girl, and held her in her arms
And promised she would love her most, and keep her safe from harm
And when the boy named Gradin, thought again to have his way
It was Aislin’s thought to punish him, in such an awful way

Exactly what she did to him, not ever has she said
But Gradin walked in shame from then, and wished that he were dead
And so the two girls became fast friends, and lovers in the night
And found that love was just enough, and made them feel just right