PART I – WROUGHT IRON WALLS
Locked away safely and undisturbed, bound by sheer will
shackled with wrought iron chains, she dragged the box
that held her heart to the water’s edge. There, within that box
lay the treacherous heart of that Lady Love,
heart that bore the imprint of the most treacherous of hearts
How right it was, how good it felt, she was marked for life
As she watched the box sink, the tears began to rain
First the dry heave, then a solitary drop, two, three
and then it rained tears. She had saved a piece from her
broken heart, unwilling to part with all its pieces.
So with all her might, she clutched at that one piece
and wept like a babe in crisis, with no one to comfort her
Day turned to dark, dusk turned to dawn
Her heart gone, she thought she was free, but the
pain kept on. Slowly but surely Lady Love fell into darkness;
the deepest dungeon there ever was. Oh she laughed and smiled
as the furnace of pain burned her away. Now nothing but ashes,
she turned to the darkness, and the forces that ravaged her
Darkness welcomed Lady Love and plundered
Ravaged her body, broke her spirit, tore her to pieces
They laced her brew, broke her lace, and left her maimed
No one cared, no one noticed, darkness ate her
She roused in pain, dead again, a deeper anguish
She rests her case, the pain he caused, now trumped by darkness
No one noticed, no one cared, no one bothered
No call for justice, no knights at arms, just pitying glances.
There was a crime, a crime of passion, a crime on passion
She lost her heart, lost her soul and he went free
Another badge, ‘twas just a tryst, another conquest
She’d saved herself but now was just a penny with a hole in it
MAH MEKOLLE
4/28/14
PART II – ANGEL WITH CLIPPED WINGS
Months went by, years went by and Lady Love roamed
She built her walls, she built her castle, she was her Queen
She grew in beauty, many a suitor came for her hand
She waved them hi, said her goodbyes and gave them smiles
She hoped they’d stop, for can’t they see there’s no one home
Her eyes were light, her light was out, she was in darkness
One day a Knight, bold Sir Redeemer broke the fences
He loved her true, he knew her pain, he loved her silly
His love was right, his touch was true, his heart a treasure
Lady love knew, this was no fluke, this love was good
Her broken piece though all alone, made whole again
On one condition never to dwell on thoughts unspoken
She loved him true, knew his pain, she loved him silly
Her love was right, her touch was true, her heart his treasure
He made his promise, never to hurt, always protect
He loved his angel with the one clipped wing like crazy
Within his love she flew again, she laughed like crazy!
But then he tripped, he lost his hold, and lost his angel!
MAH MEKOLLE
4/28/14
PART III – PHOENIX RISING
Now both wings clipped, the fallen angel moaned in anguish
There’s no redeemer, no believer, no protector
She’ll lie alone, nurse her sorrows, and mourn till morrow
The flames consume, she turns to ash, this is her last
But Lady Love, strong as a warrior was meant to fight
She fought for her life, fought to survive, this was her life
The flames consumed, she fought to breathe, she choked in pain
She turned to ash, rose like a phoenix, burst into light
Her light shines bright, she won the war, now she’s a knight
She shines her light on those who mourn, she feels their pain
Her joy is real, she seeks to heal, and she laughs at will
Her wings are new, stronger than ever, she’ll fly forever!
MAH MEKOLLE
4/28/14
(pics by loversofsadness.net, shutterstock.com, zengardner.com)
Pearls of Our Lives 