The beginning…
A pink petal,
An orange spark,
The fire snake creeps up the cherry blossom,
The heavy body crushes the slender plant,
The soft pink ashes under its fiery breath,
Its prey devoured,
It seeks more,
It slithers on,
hunting more,
greed and pride filling its belly.
Trickery…
I have seen that wilting bud,
already dead before spring.
I have seen that serpent,
slowly circling,
Its malicious eyes upon her.
Unaware it blooms,
Listening to that traitor's promise,
Its word of a life,
A life with no despair, only if,
She agreed to its terms.
The torment…
I saw the heavy shackles,
Spun everyday by the Spider,
Sitting proudly upon her faint shoulders,
Weighing her down,
Only the sweat tells of her distress.
Small trails of unspoken word,
Scream the pain of the weight.
The river of time…
the sky greys and blues,
leaves yellow and green,
love dies and grows,
millennia of grief,
millennia of pain,
she blooms,
a crown of thorns guard her.
The transformation…
Her small hands guide that boat,
That old boat through the gate,
Glass eyes hide her knowledge,
Her dress lifts in the dead wind,
Agonized voices bubble from the still water,
The fire flickers in those floating candles,
Her companion trembles in fear,
Slowly she moves on,
Her trained hands effortlessly working the paddle.
True self…
She sinks in her sorrow,
Her broken wings are chained,
A brave mask conceals the defeated child,
She alone is to suffer,
the price demanded by that serpent,
her redemption for a sin,
vows of silence,
a cold heart,
that lone sufferer.
Friends and family…
Warm smiles greet her,
Welcoming arms to sleep in,
Gentle hands to hold,
They are who she seeked,
Their love urges her,
They are the wind beneath her feet,
She is their master,
But,
They are her saviours.
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