As the bird,
Sought a soul of sadness,
It left the confines of its mind.
It turned the world,
Upside down,
And destroyed all who came near.
She upturned her nest,
Broke her eggs,
And bit into the blood of her mate.
She killed her prey,
The hunters,
And the unspoken,
Searching for what she'd find.
She finally found that god.
The one who'd protect her.
Keep her safe from harm.
She found him in her clarity.
In a way you'd be unlikely to find,
That Soul,
That Sadness,
She ate them and deified.
***
The crab,
Lax on the shore,
Looked forward,
Seeing the horizon.
When he was hungry,
He would hunt.
When he was tired,
He would sleep.
But it rarely mattered that he could never look up.
One day,
Tired,
Sitting on the shore,
He sees the sunset, rising as a friend.
It mattered all the more.
And he shifted about.
The sea whispered to him,
Told him of its gifts.
What they'd do for him.
What they saw,
And wished,
And wondered.
It offered its hand...and he took it.
He could finally look up,
He saw the beauty of the sunset,
The bright, warm colors that faded to night.
He saw the drifting clouds,
The winding waves,
And the great moon...
And as he looked up,
He saw the sky cut in half and he despaired.
***
The wolf shrouds himself in the forest,
He had hunted for days,
Tracking this one meal,
Never stopping, never waiting.
He was finally in luck,
And the doe dropped dead.
He never looked down on a free meal,
Or questioned it.
He was just about to jump out and eat it,
When a hulking monstrosity rose from the forest,
It picked up the animal dragging it behind him,
As its deformed arm rose slightly upon its neck.
The beast's back was turned,
No shell,
No claws,
No teeth.
The wolf jumped,
And the man turned around,
Lifted his arm,
And did something...
***
I looked at the three creatures whose lifetimes passed them,
I wrote their struggles,
And I left word of their history,
Their actions...
Their results...
I turned and remember the days,
The days gone by,
Where I would attempt to play,
And be chastised.
I dreamed of days better than the now,
Where and when I wouldn't be alone,
Drifting upon clouds,
And flying in ask.
Where the clarity didn't hurt,
Where I wouldn't sense the pain,
Where dreams and reality didn't bleed together,
Where I could find hope and not disdain.
I dreamed of romance,
I dreamed of FICTION.
I dreamed of happiness and hope,
where everything turns out alright.
I dreamed of better days,
Of nonsense random and full of cheer...
And when I woke,
Looked at the world,
And saw the same things,
I despaired....
ISA
Sought a soul of sadness,
It left the confines of its mind.
It turned the world,
Upside down,
And destroyed all who came near.
She upturned her nest,
Broke her eggs,
And bit into the blood of her mate.
She killed her prey,
The hunters,
And the unspoken,
Searching for what she'd find.
She finally found that god.
The one who'd protect her.
Keep her safe from harm.
She found him in her clarity.
In a way you'd be unlikely to find,
That Soul,
That Sadness,
She ate them and deified.
***
The crab,
Lax on the shore,
Looked forward,
Seeing the horizon.
When he was hungry,
He would hunt.
When he was tired,
He would sleep.
But it rarely mattered that he could never look up.
One day,
Tired,
Sitting on the shore,
He sees the sunset, rising as a friend.
It mattered all the more.
And he shifted about.
The sea whispered to him,
Told him of its gifts.
What they'd do for him.
What they saw,
And wished,
And wondered.
It offered its hand...and he took it.
He could finally look up,
He saw the beauty of the sunset,
The bright, warm colors that faded to night.
He saw the drifting clouds,
The winding waves,
And the great moon...
And as he looked up,
He saw the sky cut in half and he despaired.
***
The wolf shrouds himself in the forest,
He had hunted for days,
Tracking this one meal,
Never stopping, never waiting.
He was finally in luck,
And the doe dropped dead.
He never looked down on a free meal,
Or questioned it.
He was just about to jump out and eat it,
When a hulking monstrosity rose from the forest,
It picked up the animal dragging it behind him,
As its deformed arm rose slightly upon its neck.
The beast's back was turned,
No shell,
No claws,
No teeth.
The wolf jumped,
And the man turned around,
Lifted his arm,
And did something...
***
I looked at the three creatures whose lifetimes passed them,
I wrote their struggles,
And I left word of their history,
Their actions...
Their results...
I turned and remember the days,
The days gone by,
Where I would attempt to play,
And be chastised.
I dreamed of days better than the now,
Where and when I wouldn't be alone,
Drifting upon clouds,
And flying in ask.
Where the clarity didn't hurt,
Where I wouldn't sense the pain,
Where dreams and reality didn't bleed together,
Where I could find hope and not disdain.
I dreamed of romance,
I dreamed of FICTION.
I dreamed of happiness and hope,
where everything turns out alright.
I dreamed of better days,
Of nonsense random and full of cheer...
And when I woke,
Looked at the world,
And saw the same things,
I despaired....
ISA
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