The Forest of Shadows
I flap hard, my wings ache,
The rope cuts into my neck.
Old scars, they get a new brother
I end my struggle and wait.
It's been a wait, a painful one
Ever since I became fully grown.
Whene'er i tried breaking these shackles
I ended up being stomped down.
It's been a wait, a painful one:
I hear you sing and join you,
But when our quavering tones resonate
With the racing beats of our raw hearts
I feel the rope tighten around
My neck; the song croaks to an end.
When tears spring out, I hear them all:
Shadows amidst the trees tell me,
'What you do is wrong! It's against the law
Which you must follow blindly! '
What wrong is there to sing?
And after the song to fly around?
And when we're tired to cuddle down
In a warm embrace, a long kiss and...
Where were the right-sayers when
My wings were broken by the Beast?
Were your mouths taped and arms
Bound behind? Like what it did to me?
Where were you! Oh right-sayers! When
My better half's innocence was stabbed
And her innards bled and tears flowed,
For at her the knife incessantly tore.
Were your eyes blinded and ears plugged
While the knife carved wound after wound?
What right then you have, Shadows,
To command me when to fly?
What reason is there in keeping apart
Two halves which form a whole?
I refuse to fall into the path
Of fake righteousness that you dictate
I've grown a mind which can think, hence
I'll seek what's right by myself.
We flap hard; our wings burn
And each feather that falls will light
And set this forest on fire.
Light up! Burn, forest of Shadows!
And when the smoke clears and
A flood cleans the ashes.
Shackles gone, scars healed,
I'll kiss you then, my love.
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