The Maiden's Death

A story of adolescence

She wished that right then would quickly end,

Her life diminishing to bits of naught,

But maybe the tides would change and bend ,

In the bloody war she fought.

 

The war began in the greyest of days,

In the darkest of nights started the fight,

And so her life reached many delays

The cause of bloodiest plight.

 

It came into being a youth happy and free,

A maiden running through meadows,

Joyful as no other could be,

Naïve to lifelong falsettos.

 

It began when the meadows passed away,

When she retreated inside,

When the one she was faded but yearned to stay,

It began when the maiden died.

 

She felt within the need to change,

But she did not know the changes to come,

That they would leave her slightly deranged

Would leave her slightly numb.

 

The struggle first was a winter’s day

When she was still so green,

She wished and begged for innocence to stay,

But battles aren’t so clean.

 

Many a battle after were waged,

But still she clung to sanity.

None other would become engaged

So she lost all rationality.

 

She lived through forgotten years,

All spent in delirium,

She acquired brand new fears

As she drowned in lavish rum.

 

And so she elapsed her omitted past,

Alone in the world without ally,

Soon she would acquire a new cast,

One which she could not deny.

 

She returned that day

To that place she once called home,

To tell of the battles and how they say

Too many soldiers lay buried in a tomb.

 

She expected all to be the same,

But illusions aren’t so true,

All of them had forgotten her name

And so her sorrows grew.

 

A time she went veiled in black,

A lonely little introvert,

She hoped that time would soon go back

Her life would not avert.

 

But out of the dark

A love she found,

The angel’s hark,

A peaceful bound.

 

Some while she spent bathed in delight

Happy and free for a time,

Smiles and freedom adorned her in white,

Once again she was deluded but now it was sublime.

 

Sooner though than she could foretell,

She’d go to war once more,

Her mem’ry would obtain tales of a bloody hell,

The pain she was forced to endure.

 

Shackled to shadows

Immersed in hellish hurt,

Blood soaked through her sorrows,

Her life was nil but dirt.

 

Out of the dusk and into the light,

She flew like a moth to a flame,

She thought that all would be alright

And only had herself to blame.

 

Agony took her once again,

Taking her love away,

She thought she’s never once more find Zen,

And so to grief’s arms she lay,

 

With that farewell she bade,

Never to return,

She wished in time her memories would fade

All sorrows that she’s learned,

 

So that my friend is the end.

The story of the Maiden,

Alone in the world without a friend,

Her body, her mind finally laden.

　

　

Author's Note

This is about four years old