The One With The Scarlet Wings
The One With The Scarlet Wings
VOL I: The lonely wanderer
Once there lived a girl, they say
Halcyon beauty she beheld
Like a lonely grosbeak, she sang and wandered
Oh! The energy she divaricated, virtuous and unparalleled
Everywhere she went jubilated
Everything she touched rejoiced
Never did she understand, the laws which governed this world
The world is yet in the pursuit to solve her questions
Who did they worship? The one who divided or the one who united?
Did yang and yin ever contradicted?
Looking in different directions?
The one who shed his blood on the border, brave and praised?
The one, who shed her blood every full moon
For the generation yet to come, disgusted and cursed?
Dowry and violence, norms of the society?
Falling for someone with the same hormones as you,
Disorder and could be cured?
Outcast, to the world she was
Imbecile, fallacious, spurious and what not called
None of it could ever kill the child inside of her
For she took her flight to heights unequalled
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold
Here she is and here she stands, fearless and foaled
Then the day came, when her world changed
She followed a butterfly and kept running unturned
Only to realize that she entered the bushes no one was supposed to
It was said “who so ever went there, never returned”
The bushes were cursed beauty, a vexatious song
Once said the leprechaun
The woods were hauntingly beautiful, ones like no one has ever seen
It was like an angelic world, where the trees sang and the land floated
As she explored it was like a living little piece of heaven
“Butterflies come to pretty flowers” she quoted
She never felt happier, believed that’s where she belonged
Knowing she shouldn’t be there she thought, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Her happiness was short lived as the bushes changed colours
A blanket of darkness covered the woods, the once singing bushes now chanted fear
The trees who sang together, turned into demons themselves
The land beneath her turned into a graveyard, ominous and austere
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold
Here she is and here she stands, fearless and foaled
VOL II: The rise of the phoenix
Frightened like a little lamb, she panicked
She almost felt her heart implode
All she knew was she was in a quagmire, she couldn’t escape
The once soft grass turned to enchanted thorns,
Suddenly wrapped around her ankle while she towed
As fog blinded her,
She heard the laughs which once couldn’t affect her,
Started to take away the only child inside of her
Her glow vanished while she wished things could again be the way they were
Scared, she wanted to run, but the land itself didn’t let her move
Frustrated, she wanted to scream, but couldn’t utter a single noise out of her chirpy beak
Tired, she wanted to breathe, but felt the air turn to water as she drowned
Full of guilt, she wanted to cry,
But her eyes dried up like an ugly bleak
Just then she saw death approaching her, like an angel, tearing the fog
How desperately she wanted to hug her, yet she made a choice in being herself than a hog
Little did she know, it was the land of the devil himself
Who fed on innocent creatures like her, for her every fear stood straight and tall
He now controlled her like a filthy puppet
Flipped her, dragged her, like his rag doll
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold
Here she is and here she stands, fearless and foaled
She forgot what life was before as now her world was different, worse and merciless
Everything she touched turned to stone, her scars, bruises, shame were her hall of fame
That night, in the moonlight, she danced with the demons themselves, as she swayed she built her walls of guilt and anguish and resided there for infinities
Her crimson tears uricated the burns and scars around her eyes,
For now she was nothing but a lugubrious frame
As she glorified her cicatrices as badges
Fumes emerged from her emaciated hands and she turned to ashes
That day the sun rose, gave light to those who chose
Out of those ashes, a phoenix was born
Fierce as a sin she roared which took her walls down
She fanned out her wings like a red sun in the storm
She took her first flight to heights above the casket clouds, she inhaled the pristine air
She came back like a falling star,
With her breath like that of a dragon’s wrath,
Destroyed the woods, brave and bare
Her scars turned to feathers who took her to the sun
For now her throne was the sun and she was the uncrowned queen
Wherever she flapped her wings, life itself was created
She rode the sun forever old and unseen
To the world unknown, she flies with her story untold
Here she is and here she stands, fearless and foaled