Saeva Slaughter


Enslaved Magic - Poem by Saeva Slaughter

She dances
Softly, slowly
Letting the energy of the moonlight
Heal, empower, protect her
She is One with the moon
She is unchained
She is untame
She is magic

When day arises
She is hidden
Not as free as she was during the night
Dancing, singing, drawing
She practices her magic once more
Oh to thee who see her
She is lonely
But with her magic
She would never be alone

People stop and stare at her
Questioning, wondering
Is what she does normal
Is she okay
Her guardians see this
And feel a wave of embarrassment
Hit them like waves on rocks
They must stop her

It is nightfall once more
Ode to thee she with galore
Free, unleashed, wild
Her magic flows throughout her
Surrounding the space she inhabits
She hears chains, whips, and screams in the distance
Quickly hiding her magic
She seeks shelter

The poor girl was too late
They have gotten hold of her
Binding her with the rope of authority
Whipping her with the rawhides of cruelty
She struggles to break, with every last ounce of energy
But fails to fly
She cries out
But everyone turns their back
This is it
This captivity
This
Enslaved Magic

Topic(s) of this poem: escape, life, magic, struggle


Comments about Enslaved Magic by Saeva Slaughter

  • Kelly Kurt (11/17/2015 10:51:00 AM)


    Nicely written, Saeva. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Shakil Ahmed (11/17/2015 9:00:00 AM)


    you have painted your passions very well, nice writing, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015



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