Chaos and Her Myth

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 whipping her, as sprints 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, tearfull,

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 the all those, who mimic your ignorance.”

And so it became, a world suffering from chaos.

A Lost Tale’s End

A rushing bitter wind, that does not cease, pushes

All throughout the barren forest, with no twig

Wavering in its path, as it surrounds an eerie collective,

Bunched by a haunted settlement, deep within the barrier’s keep,

Seen there, is time forgotten and slipped, into languish,

The moment is sheathed, of when it all was corrupted,

A nightmare, living out its terror, without any appease

To those, who bear the events, who’ve had their vibrance stripped

While they roam the gray, replaying what occurred,

A cemented finale, taunts the living, as the sorcerer revels,

Everlasting glee, surveying the misery and agonizing gloom

Of the forest folk, for this tale wrenches the hearts

Of all those who hear it, for that reason, no one dares, recite,

Even now, it aches to divulge its truth, to these open pages,

Of how the forest, became an eternal, winter graveyard,

It all emerged, from an unrequited desire, the villainy

That had crept up, invading sanity, pulling at its soundness,

Belonging, to a creature of longing, for their infatuation

With vivid eyes, that had pierced his stone temple,

Had become, his sole existence, all by which he was consumed,

Her smile, gave him lift, up out of his own misfortunes,

Her sweet perfume, eradicated his somber disposition,

Until, she shattered his euphoria, as he plummeted

Deep into a hollow dimension, within his own psyche,

Where a whirlwind, has trespassed, and brought affliction,

His Hyde side, was rapidly expanding, and replaced

His once calm demeanor, to become a turbulent venom,

Set to corrupt her happiness, bring it all down to a speck,

He found a curse, one so baneful, that it frightened demons

That lurked inside of him, to which sanity almost escaped,

Only those same depraved beasts, flinched and encouraged

The curse to breathe, giving spark, to the creation,

The next day, he skulked from the only alley untouched by light,

Followed her gleeful stride, past the town’s border

Into the equally spirited forest, awaiting her prince paramour,

Unaware, of a sneaking presence, surveying her beauty

That used to appease him, now stirs a volatile rage

That he used, to target, her daydreaming wonderment,

All while she roosted, upon the agreed meeting stone,

The cold pendulum, swung furiously, as she lingered

Under the complacent sun, hovering in the eternal echo,

The curse, had entangled her, oblivious to it’s clutch,

Locked, within her own time capsule, within an eclipse,

And the only way, to escape the curse, was for her heart to warm

In the embrace of her inamorato, for it was outside his reach,

As the ice barrage, gusted over the entire lush forest,

Unleashing the scourge, to devour light, without any prejudice,

Leaving the orchestrator of the curse, in the inmost of darkness.

Nightmare V: Scorned

Follow me down the unforeseen, as you strain

For my hand, hoping that can settle the constant wavering,

Currents push and pull your sight, as the pressure

In your unstable mind, turns it to a vast emptiness,

You start to choke, on the words you’ve tried to sink,

Hoping they’d be lost, never to crawl back up your gullet,

Didn’t realize, the girth, as your fluttering eyes swell,

A drink, placed before you, to help ease the decent,

As I move a chair for which you occupy, it becomes a casket,

Buried, in the forgotten icy depths, emerges my relief,

I chain the gates of insanity shut, turn towards the horizon

To walk away, as your voice comes through, chills

My painful exhale, seeing the fog roll out from my lips,

It grabs hold, tight grip around my entire being

And I can’t help my tremors, running all through my nerves,

Crashing me back down, to that polar ocean chasm,

You’re latched on, disallowing my persistent disconnect

So you can continue to taunt, living inside the stormcloud,

I get up, sprint ahead, as my lungs tighten and burn,

Yet I haven’t gone anywhere, I’m running inside the plot

That has grown stagnant, yet I believe the reel spins,

Alone, in a small dark theater, buried in hypnosis,

Aware, yet unable to escape, a grasp, itself unaware

Of its overbearing tenacity, huddled tightly to a broken clock,

I slowly creep, towards the silence, as she turns

In consternation, of my present approach,

“Death is vengeance, eradicating measure to which we cling to.”

A boom! Hurdling me back in, to the suffocation,

Floating in the open congestion, blind to every direction.

A Friend Talking You Down

How grim, is tonight’s tale?

As you stand on the ledge, looking down at the world,

How many daggers, have you removed?

And how many, are sunken in, too deep to locate the handle

Yet they flutter and sting, with a single breath,

It’s time to go, leave the same way you came here,

Release your grasp on the aspiration, of finding her,

You hope, you spot her by her scent, drifting to the high roof

So that you won’t be seen, not just by her, but everyone,

But why put yourself through torture again?

Is it worth it, when expecting the crushing blow?

Are you able to withstand, more artillery?

Disappear, let yourself heal, while distractions

Flood over you, as you slowly start to see the distance,

Step back, adore the sunrise, coming over the rooftops,

And wait, for those daggers, to disintegrate.

Walls in the Ocean

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But why build those walls?
Why put yourself out from calm
And shallow travels
Into the disturbing depths
That swallow you in shattered pieces
You, yourself ripped into,
Why marinate in bitterness?
Why dive into the metamorphosis
In which you don’t recognize
When looking into the reflection below,
Why sit, with a tight fist around
Your vacant sound, trapped
In that dark abyss, your throat,
To talk, is to slit your gullet
Then it kills you, leaves you
On the scavenge shores,
Where the black gull swoops down,
And meets your sunken eye,
Why put yourself into torment?
Because pain is who you’re in love with,
He barged in, unexpectedly
When you were most vulnerable
To its spike, that carved deeper
The more you closed up,
It sank you from the collision with
It’s stern, looking down the rabbit hole,
That’s where we lost you,
Why?
Because we stopped looking
For all those small, scattered pieces.

©DorianPoe 2015