Born under the prison moon,

 a free woman of the Tahari.

The only daughter of the tribes leader,

 I was the last gift my Mother had given him.

Bathing in riches, I sat high on a pedestal, never needing anything,

 at least not material objects.

Funny how quickly things can change when all

 eyes are upon you, awaiting your fall.

And fall I did, from my Fathers graces.

  I was taken to the desert to

 serve my sentence for as long as I could survive

the harsh desert.  My punishment was death for the crime I was

unable to convience my Father

I had not commited.

It was a sweet stroke of luck that I was found,

changing my life again, as I knew it.

I never knew how free I was until put at a Master feet and made a slave.

Surely it was meant to be.

Now able to respond as I always thought I should.