You might have heard of sunlight’s girl,

bizarre and fiery.

Who wore a coat of moonlight swirl,

a flawless irony.

I know of just one fabled lass -

a child, as you shall see.

Lineage a snake in the grass,

was Helia Ivory.

Young Lia spun her rays of light,

shining through the Earth,

and danced with crescents oh-so-bright,

around the midnight hearth.

Nighttime dreams her hopes did foster -

the sun, the moon, and sky.

One was mother, one was father,

the last her true Versailles.

Or so she thought, when she looked up,

that one day they’d unite.

But every night young Lia’d sup

amidst a lonely plight.

On every flight up to the clouds,

she’d tumble and retry.

Until one day the girl realized

she’d never walk the skies.

Forever trapped in mortal gloom,

young Lia did despair.

But she had magic that could bloom -

you Earthlings should beware.

So Lia then would spend her time

as junior diplomat.

She hoped that for just one more time

they’d both visit her flat.

Until one night the girl went out

in search of one real friend.

Ignored by gods and mortals, no doubt,

and blind to her dreams’ end.

At forest’s edge a blizzard blew,

all fierce and cold and bleak.

Young Lia skid and fell right through

the ice above a creek.

Although we lost her in that rill,

A long, long time ago,

I swear that you can see her still

Amid a snowstorm’s glow.

The mortal girl of sun and moon

still haunts the nearby lake.

I promise you will see her soon,

as soon as the next storm breaks.