"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.