Still She Sings

Once upon a time,
she sang behind bars,
a charming trinket,
prized possession
of the giant in the castle

Until one day,
another opened the door,
let her fly to untold heights
to sing her own song

Bereft and jealous,
the giant,
 - who was really a small man -
chased her down
and crafted a new cage
from bombs and blood and fear

It hovers, just above,
dropping
day
by
day,
a Damoclean blade,
casting her world
in shades of death

and still she sings