Redbeard and the Wallflower
And the Witch's Curse
She was a beauty
In a quiet sort of way
Her poetic blue eyes
Smiled when they saw you
But you were so bad
Bad for her
Bad for yourself
Bad for everything
How unfortunate
She couldn't see
What her eyes reveal to her now
She blended seamlessly
Into her surroundings
A silent watcher
A small grey dove
With a gentle voice
And silky feathers
Whose plumage
Was her only protection
Meagre against what the world
Would throw at her
And she couldn't protect herself
From you
Time
And your coarseness
Ripped her downy feathers out
Her soft, poetic eyes
Hardened with bitterness
And in place of her soft feathers
She built an armour
To protect herself from you
And with it
She hurt too
The innocent
Who loved her most
She changed
Once a wallflower
Meek and sweet
She wilted beneath
Your harsh glare
She transformed
Into something hard
Prickly
A cactus in your killing heat
Defensive to your detriments
Defenseless to your hateful ways
Time created distance
She longed to pull away
This sparked in you possessive rage
You thought no one was watching
You thought her sleeping silence
Gave you permission
You thought you owned her
With the smallest shackle
Of a single ring
You think no one saw
Your disgusting acts
But the walls were watching
The moon had eyes
Mother moon whispered
All her secrets
To a far off witch
Whose heart
Already despising the likes of you
Became lit with fury
More fiery than your temper
That you claim is so grand
And now the witch gathers fire
To singe away your red beard
To burn down the house of your temper
To drain the life force from your blood
Softly murmured words
That you will never understand
Will reach your ears
And you will feel
As vulnerable
As you made her feel
You will feel
As weak
As you made her feel
You will be defenseless to my fury
As she was to yours
Invisible spirits will violate your body
As you did hers
You will become
As weakened and resigned
As she was
And all of your strength, Redbeard
Will be transferred to The Wallflower
She will become like iron
While you become as like water
Like a column of marble, she will rise
From the ruin
That is you
And you will be left broken
While the silently watching moon
And the witch from afar
Looks on with mirthful laughter
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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