The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

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She pressed her ears to the ground-
to feel the vibratos of his words.
They tiptoed into her senses-
barefoot bleeding tact on facts.
Flustered with assumptions-
they trampled a mockingbird!

It raised its head unafraid-
gasping for its last breaths.
I won’t catch a cold- said the bird- from ice-
my soul is humanity’s hospice.
This is my soul with which you have toyed.

Circumstance is a variable clad-
that shrouds my heart an opus of closeness-
My life’s strives to reach justice.
I am not heartless-
But life taught me to use my heart less!
You need to see to understand.

From a distance everything seems grand!
I am not a canvas of an ogress-
to be painted void and heartless!
Your quill stabbed my heart like a cutlass!
Sometimes the mouth slays quicker than the hand!

A wingless muse is a mermaid-
that’s lost its tail to a pair of legs!
Unable to swim seeming more like humans-
she tries to speak but no words can express-
you took her by surprise, you were her friend!

All you saw was null and void!
Welcome to the void under the aegis-
you’ve created from earthly tethers.
You’ve raised me once from a mockingbird to muse.
So why can’t you stay beneath my wings-
my mystic oris and be my wind?

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