Poems I write when I've thought too much. |
1. Take a look deep inside her heart Take a peek at the darkest part Learn her fears, dreams and desires Gaze at her black city, examine the twisted spires Watch the streets, clogged with liars Around the corners hide thieves, beggars, murderers galore There is so much evil, its impossible to ignore In each house, behind shattered windows Cry broken orphans, lonely widows Little boys roam lost on the streets And kind men, their ends they do meet This place was once so beautiful, so full of love But then came the beings, who fell from above Darkness soon swept through the land, and light was too late Everything had turned to grief, despair and hate In the center of the city, lies the courtyard square A girl, all chained up, remains there And there she had been, many a year From even the toughest men, her fate draws a tear For this place was once her city, her home Before the evil came, and she was alone Captured and bound, tortured and forced down Her heart lies shattered at her feet Struggling so hard to continue to beat Here she spends all her time, stuck this was since age nine Trying to bring back the light Slowly losing all her fight Blinded by the endless night She remembers how her city was long ago And she knows that she is her own foe But whenever she manages to get free She gets dragged back and from her is extracted a painful fee Her only hope is that one day she'll atone for her mistakes And get rid of all the evil that her darkness makes To bring back the love and the light And to her plight into a fair fight. 2. White roses dyed red From all the blood that you have bled You gave up so much, to save us all To end this war, to stop this fall But what a terrible fate you did befall Yes, I saw Your ashes out of the fire they did draw We all are so grateful That your heart did not turn hateful That you had courage, even when I died And held on to your American pride And now, I can't wait to see you on the other side To help you forget all the tears you cried As you hold me, your loving bride. 3. Slave Girl! Come here! So she does, quickly drawing near There is a collar around her neck But her body, many jewels bedeck A dark being draws her close, A wonderful prize, beautiful as a rose! They tend to boast About whose slave does the most She's stuck tending to their whims And her future seems so dim Oh! If only someone could save her from this terrible fate! This life that she has grown to hate! One day, as she walks down the hall She brings a hand to her neck, to find nothing at all And she wonders, as she puts things away on a shelf That maybe, all this time, she was just a slave to herself |