Street Myth

A poem about a pretty girl

What mythology bore you here,
So aloof. An elfin princess perhaps.
Trading your forests of green and
brown for a stage and neon horns.
Your solitary life gone for a time as
you descend into the world of man and men.
How easy you move through both;
so apart in your rule over them.
When the lights dim and the music
stops will you return to your trees
and their stoic gaze. Ever distant
from those of the mortals you
fill every time you step to a beat.