Hébé endermie by Aria

(1869, Albert-Ernest Carries-Belleuse)

I feel protected now,
but once it was shame,
I lie naked under his wings,
protected by his majesty,
while others look on and wonder,
how it is that I became here,
how it is I slumber in his watch.

From the rain and snow I'm sheltered,
but that is not what makes me stay,
from the evil and bastards I am spared,
guarded from the ill-side of life,
my mind used to ask what it was,
yet now I feel comfort with my eyes closed,
to be in slumber under his wings.

A man approached me at a time,
asked for my hand that eve,
and the talons of my master,
they swooped down and wisked me away,
never shall I know the joy of it,
but never will I be alone,
a question remains as I stay with him.

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