Soft pattering of the rain, Fondness of the warmth, Mists of love, Vase of promises, Comfort of home found, Faded away, As the waves crash, And take the sand farther away. A mind numbing question, Swirls of confusion, Fragmented pieces of the frame The obscurity of darkness, Cracks in the jar, A soft breeze of devotion And leaves of sorrow Illuminates the gloom As gold breaches the reality.
O’Wise Witch Prelude.
Swish of her skirt, Innocent smiles, Lilies in her hair, Shaded by the dome of ignorance, As she so cruelly faces the horrors, The delicate facade crumbles, The shadow of rage and vengeance, Clanks of the pitchforks, Shouts of support, Screams of warning and pain, The fire in her eyes, As she erupts, Tremors of her anger felt across worlds.
Echoes.
The glistening snow, The hums of the bones, Shivers running up and down, Watching the time slow, As the pain seeps in, The eternal flame caressed by the softness of sorrow, Echoes of the smash, Burns of the past, Stains of the blood, Trickling from the deep gashes of the glass shards, Diamonds of the precious tears, Arms open wide, Blazed by the inferno, Hoping to grasp the screams, Instead left to embrace the smiles of agony. As the flickers of happiness, Clasps onto the woven threads, Shining brightly with glimmers of hope.
Envy
The ruins of the past, The whispers of the future The tears of the present, Haunted screams of those Who prevailed in the forgotten Their praises long written in history, Clashes of the swords, Spite of the spoken, Envy of the poor And greed of the rich Those who beseeched the sun, And those who craved the moon. Some worshipped the forces of divine, Others reverenced the wealthy, “Do not be concerned my child” said the wind, “The rage shall conquer those who seek vengeance” said the fire “The greed shall shatter those who were once innocent” said the ice “As my heart beats, those wronged and those blameworthy shall all bleed the same” Said the Earth, at last.
Closing the Chapter.
A canvas filled with colours, Depicting a burst of joy, Filled with hues of blues and reds, A sight so comforting, Brightening the room even with its single stroke, The sky crying on the crippled window, Sensing the sadness in his fabricated smile, His eyes looking trapped, Carefully forging his loneliness And reminiscing the shattered past. Sighing as he poured it in his ultimate painting, Hesitating to leave it all behind, But finally, closing the chapter.
Moon Bleeds
A scent of honey and daisies, The scent of warmth, Reminding me of home. There was always a pleasure, Watching the rain cradle the mellowness, Of loneliness Watching the leaves turn to flame, The kindliness of the September weather. Watching the galling presence of grief Change its colour Watching the pain of the graze It left on the withering heart. And to observe the way the moon bleeds Filling the unlit ruinous abyss with agony.
Unnamed 2
A deafening silence. And then it began Incessant ticking of the clock An unceasing motion Pain shooting up her head Like a bloodrush Or needles pricking the smooth skin. Then came the thunder, The sound vibrating through her body Rattling the bones Aching the muscles Then came the screams, Her pleads, Her cries, Begging to be released From the shackles of the man The man who was to love her Was he the actual beast? No, he was to be worshiped. But then why did he trap her in the glass jar? Beast had learnt to love, He learned to care. He learned to protect. She couldn’t recognize the person before her, He was supposed to be her prince. She was the beauty, The trophy wife that flashes everyone a sweet smile, She was taught to sew and cook Not wield a sword. Yet that didn’t stop her. She had been betrayed by the prince, She had been manipulated into doing his bidding She had been mocked and laughed at, Never again. The delicate hands were now littered with scars Her eyes ever so warm became emotionless The shield built up again Yet he managed to break them down The so-called beast proclaimed by the devil? Became her salvation Her one true love Her mate.
Note: This is based on the series, ” A Court of Thorns and Roses” by Sarah J Maas. It is a retelling of ” Beauty and the Beast”. It is a representation of what Feyre(the protagonist) went through.
O’Wise Witch
A scream tore from her throat, Thrashing and turning Begging for an escape, Sobs racking her frail body, How she wished she never knew, Never knew about the raging inferno inside her body The seething storm brewing on the brink of the horizon, Tied and suppressed. Burnt by her own fire, Devoured by the blazing flames Of their insecurity And her weakness Yet they bent at her will Resurrecting her from the ashes Worshipping and calling, “Let us rise O’Great One” “Let us cripple who wounded you, O’Beloved” “Let us invigorate you, O’Chosen One” “Let us climb again, O’Wise Witch” “Let us laugh again” “Let us strength you” “Set us free and rise” “Rise from the ashes of crumbled empires” “And, rise from the bones of the cherished, O’Master.”
Clichéd Endings
A calm and cool look was placed upon the red-headed girl as she looked over the horizon. It always fascinated her, how the sun was a flaming ball of fire that slowly and gradually sunk down in the depths of the vast sea. But it also reminded her of many memories. The ones that existed and the ones that could have been. A monstrous heart, a conniving mind and glistening ambition. That is how Mae was. The typical ginger, feisty but with a certain softness and face lined with freckles. Rayena wanted a happy ending. A place overlooking the sea, a normal family and someone she loved unconditionally. But she knew she was far from normal. First red flag was when she stole a goldfish. A goldfish for her partner in crime. In a literal sense, Rayena and Mae were partners in crime. They stole, mugged and buried the skeletons deep in the closet. She remembered a time where the sting of betrayal didn’t linger.
An already beaten up cop ran behind the two. Sounds of their drunken giggles filled the winter night. “Go, Go, GO!” screamed Mae as she dove headfirst into the car through the open window. Rayena who took the more mature approach slammed the door shut and scrambled to start the old vehicle. Everything fell apart as soon as it came together.
Sirens blaring in the distance and the wild beating of their hearts were the only sound they heard. A very tired and weak voice caught Mae’s attention. She glanced over her shoulder, not turning fully. Knowing if she did, the steal walls would crumble. Her once vibrant blue eyes showed no emotion. It was as if a switch was flipped. The light of freedom was on her face and she couldn’t wait for the end of the tunnel. Clichéd endings, one where the other partner sold out the another. Betrayed by the ones they trusted the most. But sometimes clichés are comforting.
Rayena tiredly watched as Mae fled the scene. Her doe-eyes filled with tears, and fear. A blinding light made her snap them shut. As she slowly blinked, her surroundings changed. All she could see was a bridge. Just a normal bridge and darkness. Not knowing what lies on the other side, she stayed there. After a heartbeat came a voice. A voice she recognized well. It’s bittersweet to think about the damage her heart felt. Yet she walked forward. Knowing that her tranquillity would come only when they were together.
Inspired by the songs:
Getaway Car-Taylor Swift and favourite crime-Olivia Rodrigo
Red and White
She charged against those whom she loved, Bones crushing under her now, torn boots. The rain pattered on her woven tunic Mixing with the tears of dread and betrayal The sword at ready, And the knives strapped tightly on her holster The guilt weighing her down, Of the blood on her hands. Red. Flowers blooming, river flowing Sunlight shone on the swaying maples Where she was overcome with tranquillity Watching the sun dip beyond the horizon Children running around, Bliss in the air, No hint of terror of the troubled Just peace all around. White.
Eunoia 