Blueweed, the Gods made you
Configured from flowers
Meadowsweet, oak, and broom,
A consort to the Sun God
Expected to bask
In his reflected glory
You grew restless
Being a trophy bride
Found a lover in the greenwood
Lord of the animals, the Wild Hunt,
The stag, the boar, the horse
He saw more than
A face of flowers
When the gods found out
You wanted a life of your own
You were banished
Transformed into an owl
Sovereign of the Night
Still, you haunt the darkness