"Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light?"

Why, I know what I am doing isn't quite right.

"Father, grant me strength to bear this burden, through the darkest of the night."

Yet I assiduously trudge throughout the night,

I push and push with all my might

Yet the queasy feeling of guilt sits just right

Resting where what feels like my trachea,

And oh, how I wish I could have a break

But then all the work I have put—

No, all the work and time others have sacrificed

I know I can't stop, that wouldn't be right

So, I keep trudging throughout the night

Pushing till I've exhausted all that is my might.

I approach the bridge, and as I step to the ridge

I call out, "Your Lordship please sanction my passage through your woods".

I then waited thinking on and on about how she'd feel,

The response of such a being would surely make one such as I head start to reel

Yet still I hoped not to feel such a thing,

But then as like a song she started to sing,

"Oh small traveler if its access to my woods you seek,

Then one should not be as meek as thou"

I listen and think maybe It's treasure the lord seeks,

I ask politely "Is it my gold thou seek"

Response as if in an instant "why yes young traveler I do like such things but in your case that won't do"

I say "well then what does thou seek"

"I wish for you to stay and lay with me for just one week".

That is all I questioned

"That is all!, why this is a privilege I have given thee, thou shall accept"

"Thou shall"

I spoke without thoughts of my own yet I should have known

No matter how kind, a god will always stipulate even the simplest of things