A poem made for my story, Soulsight. I recommend you read it before reading this poem.
Bluebird.
A species and a name,
But they are all the same.
The bluebird flew through the forest, gathering food on the way.
Bluebird flew through the forest, grabbing a morsel here and there.
The bluebird was a lone wanderer, speeding through the air with nothing but itself.
Bluebird was a lone wanderer, running through the dirt, having nothing but himself.
The bluebird was eventually caught, the end of its life looming ahead.
Bluebird was eventually caught, signifying a new beginning for life.
The bluebird wiggled free from its capture, taking flight once again.
Bluebird wiggled free from its oppression, escaping the moral question.
The bluebird's enemy never forgot.
Bluebird's master never forgot.
The bluebird could never escape death forever.
Bluebird could never escape the repercussions forever.
It caught up.
He caught up.
The fox pounced onto the bluebird. The bluebird struggled, but it was no match for the fox's teeth.
The murderer caught Bluebird off guard. Bluebird struggled, but it was no match for the blade's teeth.
So much lost.
One was for food. For survival.
The other was for petty hate.
In the end, it's just another life lost.
But it can make such a big difference.
Your wife will never forget.
Your son will never forget.
The world will never forget.
You tried to fix it.
With your last breath, you tried to fix it.
But he wouldn't listen.
It's your fault….
But I understand.
And I forgive….
But I'll never forget.
And neither will those you held close to your heart.
You were a good father. I'll never forget the look on his face when you were forced away from this world.
I understand.
And I forgive.
-Starlight, in memory of Bluebird. Your story will not be forgotten