Monday, January 13, 2014

The Whisperer

I once knew a girl who grew up in the meadows
She thinks of life with a mind of a child never to grow up
Her views were beautiful where gardens bloom and birds chirped
Nothing else came to the unpolluted mind of this little girl

Then life came to grow on her
She loves every beauty and every darkness the world contains
Her views matured, no longer innocent before anyone's eyes
What happened? I asked looking at her in distraught

Come to bloom, the flowers no longer
Come to chirp, the birds hidden from the forrest
Gone is the beauty this little girl knew
Gone is the view so innocent and pure

Today she'll learn the truth; her first beginning
Today she'll learn speeches unheard of at birth
She'll learn a way to cheat through life
She'll learn to compromise the beauty for her yearnings in site

She does not know what it is that makes her mind open and close
The sound of ancient prophecy never read or heard
Beyond the blue skies she believed there was a person waiting
Whether it be of family, of friend, or of foe, she wanted to know

Walking in the shadows of a lonely friend
Caught her interest when she once befriended a whispering voice
A voice so kind, yet whispers beyond the shadows
Never once came dawn will the voice be heard again

Dwell in the darkness this innocent girl befriended the whisperer
Unknown to the light, darkness drowned her innocence
The whisperer must have cast a spell on her beautiful soul
Fight she must, or she'll never learn to let the darkness go

She read the mind of the whisperer 
Knowing nothing will come good of it
She found a way out of the dark forrest
But the road is forever winding with no signs ahead

Determined to fight her way through one step at a time
The path so clear to her, she need only to follow the path illuminated
Granted three wishes, she only needed one
She wished to cast the whisperer back into the dying swamp

The little girl from the meadow has broken free from its captor
She breathes the air so familiar to her
She smells the blossom of flowers and the moisture of the morning
She kept walking ahead, never dare to turn back.

The whisperer still hides, lingering in the shadows of the little girl
Surrounding her with thoughts of the path once embarked on
The little girl is stronger in mind and spirit than ever before
She turned her head one last time and said 'be gone! Forever be gone!'

Defeated the whisperer, shunned back into its corner
The little girl deserved light to eternal darkness
'I now know my destiny ahead!' she cried out proud
No longer will she allow the whisperer to conform her fragile heart

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