Friday, October 5, 2012

the bird in a cage

once upon a forgotten time, long before someone started tracking,
i wondered how that marvelous creature endured such horrible racking.
from the skies there came flapping a black feathered friendly fellow,
whose name i cannot tell, for i was hiding in the meadow,
and from that shadow i stood very still and silently still i clearly saw
that which to this day i cannot forget and still stare back in awe.

"how cheerfully they laugh and play, god's innocent little plums,
but corruption conquers their hearts when darkness calmly comes,"
i thought, studying the phenomenon with my hidden eagle eyes,
it spread violently towards me, entangling me in vile lies,
and from those lies i saw a void - darker than the depths of earth,
that such eerie being couldn't ever be born by means of natural birth.

i tried to use the language of the stars, but was unable to speak,
every movement was carefully planned not to make a single creak.
i should've known better - that such tenderness was an evil blur,
how could've i anticipated the events that were about to occur?
the innocent winged fellow was locked in a cage - a very rusty cage,
surely unable to stretch or fly - as all he could do was wait and age.

how marvelous did he look, lost in a lingering slumber -
that he couldn't be wakened by the most violent thunder.
and that devil - that childish demon - fancied the black bird dead,
but at night - that childish demon - couldn't sleep alone in his bed.
he would moan, groan, sigh and sob until the very break of dawn,
unless he had his caged crow and all the darkness was gone.

then the boy and all his friends - with their eerie trends - agreed:
that to them the bird belonged and was to never be freed.
thus, the ritual begun - i saw - and the bird became very numb,
for the children did pluck his shadowy feathers one by one.
but it didn't move - as a creature would - and it didn't make a sound,
only i seemed to hurt, as i laid crying on the ground.

now, that time has passed and the boys are fully grown,
their cruel secret shall be kept another story unknown.
but their murderous eyes - with joyous joy - tainted my dreams,
so i've searched every store and tried all the vaccines
just to remain broken on the floor - as my soul tried to soar.
i shall forget you nevermore, my dear bird - whom i adore.

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