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.

Conversation With Death

There, untouched by the setting fire,

Gliding, above the trembling lake was this, overbearing

Shadow, approaching me, sitting under

This sickly tree, in the midst of a rolling fog,

As the shadow came closer, it formed a shape

And then, before me, darkness appeared,

But I was not afraid, I welcomed its bleak emptiness,

Yet an enigmatic stillness grasped hold,

Chained me down to the soil, I followed it’s approach,

Until death, rose over, pleased to be in it’s presence,

Huddling softly to its cloak, eager for the finale,

“Waste away, you’re not yet joining the forever tortured.”

It spoke, but it wasn’t audible, I heard death in my head,

Which felt like a blast of jagged chill,

Eating away my insides, as I stared into the hollowness

Peering through me, why has death emerged,

“Why count the falling leaves, and dismiss

The sunset, which begs for your attention,

Instead you loiter at my door, sinking into a stale image,

You’ve allowed an infestation, in through your picket fence,

Followed by attacks upon your house, fallen

Into this swamp, slowly succumbing to it’s drag.”

“It was the only way to move on, to bury her memory,

I rather not have, loved and lost,

Only to walk lost, pretending it was the better

Side of this world’s spectrum,

I believe that it would have been easier, never exhaling

From taking in her sweet scent,

And shattering every broken piece of bone,

My senses taste her sweet vanilla, that drifts

Into my haunted consciousness. ”

“Those shackles, tightly clasped, are of your own design,

Destroy them, and move in through the brume

Out into the perched orchard, as you crane your eyes

To the sullen shores, as the water kisses the warmth

And sizzles, yet you distance yourself.”

“You judge me, thinking I haven’t lived,

Well I did, with her laugh, echoing in my evacuated mind,

And I rather transpire, than search for her unique likeness.”

“One person isn’t a life, when the world is comprised

Of a slew of differences, which is left behind the blinds

That you seem to be lost behind, scratching

At the grave, you’ve unearthed.”

“You stole her away from my heart, and dragged her down,

So yes, I sat here marinating in this melancholic setting,

Waiting, for you,

To display your weakness.”

Within the moment, my hidden blade,

Tucked into my sleeve, reflected death’s fright,

I slashed at death’s open light, killing the darkness

So that I, can assume the mantle,

If you don’t evolve, then you die.