Art by Victor Castillo
The night sings, reaching the high spirits that occupy
This sacred forest, as she dances along its spine,
Gleefully, as a child does, without care, or consequence,
Only this child, is no child at all, as told within it’s own myth,
She doesn’t belong here, for her presence distracts the follow,
But is that her intention, to see how rapidly, it all can crumble
As she hovers in the midst, revelling in the collapse
To which she holds the match, reflecting destruction, in its flame,
Oblivious, to the chaos that is savagely engulfing
All that has occupied her existence, that is now her solitude,
Yet she brandishes her painted smile, which is constantly appeased
By the havoc, sprinting through the fleeing lush panic,
It is the fire, soaring across the tree tops, blanketing the forest,
Leaving behind, only dust, in the frames of the bygones,
For how can anyone tame, an unruly, destructive force
With a tarnished past, tormenting her every action,
As she fled far from the expansive northern light,
Until her transgression, of all that has manifested
From her being, became a speck, in her conjured whirlwind,
So they fear her, as her myth spreads like a rolling tidal wave,
So much so, that they hail chaos, and make her a god of fear,
Not worship, but to revere her, in hopes of calm waters,
As she peers through the flames, spying on her origin,
Never letting those, who unleashed chaos upon herself,
Forget that chaos, will be their life, until their own, find death.
~Before
It was a perfect utopia, oh so many moons ago,
When our home wasn’t a brittle skeletal structure
That it is today, a sad and lonesome fate, we buried ourselves,
Deep within the torture of chaos, as we are now the tormented,
She resided in our town, a young girl, truly gleeful,
She was in the open lavender field, skipping and laughing,
Only she was not unattended, not too far away, was a pursuer,
Observing her, as she scampers through the brushing,
Until she stumbled, upon a boy from the town’s presence,
She started to tremble, seeing evil in his wide grin,
So she sprang, into a mad dash, back towards the town,
As the flower blades whipped her, sprinting past
Holding tightly to her sweet innocence, a delicacy
To the swampy town folk, clawing at her heels, salivating,
Just as she gets within view of her home, she collapsed
Down to her knees, as she watched in horror, tearful,
A bright angry blaze, ripping apart her family,
Behind her, without noticing, gathered a proud army,
“You don’t belong here, you little demon, go into the flames!”
“Why have you done this, you cruel murderers!”
“Your family has darkness in their ugly hearts,
You’ve brought nothing but trouble from the moment you settled,
Now, it is time for you to wonder alone, or die with your own.”
“We did nothing to you people, we just wanted contentment.”
“How, when you tease the town, with your prancing,
We saw how you danced and brought sin to our hands.”
“You blame me for your horrid and perverse eagerness?”
“You either stay, and be a slave to our new desires,
Or escape, never to return here, amongst these ashes.”
She looked upon the crashing, of all that had kept her safe,
In minutes, it was reduced to waste, washed away with the wind,
She rose up, without turning towards her accusers,
“You won’t ever see me, but my fury, will always burn
And chase you, as you have chased after a martyr,
Be weary of your steps, for you shall now see your misdeeds
Along with all those, who mimic your ignorance.”
And so it became, a world suffering from chaos.
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