Friday, April 29, 2016

"The Swan" by Megatron

A baby swan is just born into the world
covered by clean,
smooth, pure, feathers

With wings not strong enough to fly yet
she sits, floating on the water's blue surface
with ease

Not influenced by hunting or hurricane season
the swan swims with grace and a head held high
by pride

Afraid of nothing she swims into unknown water

Surrounded by tall green brush she sings with joy
not knowing that behind the brush is a world of dark skies
filled with loud thunder storms and gunfire from monsters

These beasts howl and hackle
at the sight of the baby swan but have never had the right
to hunt for her

threatened by her beauty they fire their guns, mocking
the existence
of the pure innocent young blood

desperate but too weak to fly away she struggles to
swim fast enough in waters that have become dark
and thick with thirst to claim a new life with

now ruffled and grimy feathers she flees for safety
away from the world she once knew as accepting

A baby swan who once sang in joy and happiness
now hides behind thorns of tall restricting bushes

Never knowing how to fly she becomes weaker
and her song becomes almost lost in silence.

Petrified by the storms blowing in and the light slowly
disappearing, she becomes lost.

Blinded by darkness now she swims with fear
Unaware of her surroundings

Sounds of howling and hackling along with
thunder and gunshots still fill the air.

Barely dodging everything she becomes tired

Out of breath and lame from scrutiny she is barely
floating above deep, pitch dark waters still hungry
for her life

Beaten by solitary confinement her mind wanders
 into madness

Thinking of the worst her mind only goes
deeper into insanity

Starved of light her soul goes to the color of the night

and deprived of joy, her happiness fades into the mist
of grey hovering the water of toxicity she now barely
floats upon

As the gunfire from the monsters becomes louder
and the sound of thunder from the storms becomes
overbearing she loses her hearing

She’s Now barely alive in a weak frail skeleton she
calls her body.

blinded by darkness and
deaf from howling, hackling,
gunfire, and thunder she hits her breaking point

Driven to the point of no return she falls
to the beast’s idea of self harm

She sees no point of her life

She contemplates self drowning
in the waters now controlled by monsters
driven only by the idea to please society

In the world she thought was good
she saw bad

In the world she thought was pure
she saw poison

In the world she thought was safe
she saw danger

In the world she thought was joyful
she saw depression

In the world she thought had courage
she saw meekness

In the world she thought accepted
she felt outcasted

In the world she thought was beautiful
she saw ugly

In the world she thought had peace
she saw war

In the world she thought had happiness
she saw negativity

In the world she thought had light
she saw darkness

In the world she thought had freedom
she saw incarceration

In the world she thought had serenity
she saw chaos

In the world she thought had love
she saw hate

Now, moments away from ending her once innocent life
she lets out one last song

With all her strength she gathers the ability to sing one note
That note was filled with more than she could ever imagine

Encrypted in her song was the
cry for help the ones she loved
needed to hear

Her message was small but had the strength
to be carried for miles in the darkness

Flocks of help came flyinging in like
a beacon of light

with strength in numbers her once
weak and frail body became strong and filled
with the power of self confidence

Now fully grown with morale she swims
in clear blue waters with grace and poise

Not afraid to be be herself she sings
loud and floats with reassurance

strong enough to fly she spreads
her golden pearl wings

like a chariot they carry her through the sky

Flying through the air she soars
in her freedom

embracing her life she takes chances
and isn't afraid to fall

she knows the scars of failing
will eventually only make her even stronger

With the joy of life bright in her
eyes she makes the most of her dark experience

The evils no longer taunt her

The monsters no longer hunt her

The storm no longer scares her

The water no longer drowns her

The thorns no longer trap her

She realizes the world she once thought
to be covered by dark gray storms and filled
with monsters who crave her blood no longer
exists

Once the monsters saw the beautiful light
radiating from her soul they ran in fear

The air was no longer filled with
hacking and howling
Once the storm saw her courage to fly
it blew away in the strong wind from her
wings

Her now clear skies were filled with the
bright yellow sun
that brings warmth on her glowing white
coat of feathers

The love from her support system
surrounds her with a shield of comfort
ready to help defend her if she needs it

If times ever get dark again she knows
that the howling from the monsters can’t get to her

Out of all the hard times
the once baby swan who grew
into an outstanding swan

The world was good
The world was pure
The world was safe
The world was joyful
The world had courage
The world was accepting
The world was beautiful
The world was peaceful
The world did have happiness
The world was filled with light
The world did have freedom
The world was filled with serenity


The world was filled with love.

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