Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Dark Maiden
Lend your ears to my humble plea. Don’t just read;
Not many passersby really pay heed.
They simply roll their iris from left to right.
Till it’s time for them to leave.
Here I am, imprisoned in a towering wooden fortress.
Arm yourself with the twin edged sword of skill.
Put on your armor of intellect
And march forth, oh! gallant soul, and liberate me.
Tear these walls down;
Hold me by your hand.
Take me to your world.
And unleash the words that are caged within.
Take charge and guide me;
Lead me with your wisdom’s beacon.
Let me be the medium
To converge your expressions;
I’ll be your spear.
Now, take aim and shoot your point of view.
I’ll be your envoy to echo those silent thoughts,
That reside in the abyss of your psyche’s labyrinth.
Strengthen me with slogans of courage.
Make me yours with verses of love.
Don’t let me die an ill-fated virgin’s death;
Make me your thoughts’ eternal soul mate.
Mend me with your words of solace,
Sharpen me with your vivid inspiring thoughts.
Let me live even after I die,
Through those immortal words of yours.
Give my existence a purpose.
Don’t let me be what I am right now.
Help me reach my destiny
Set me free and take me along.