The Great Valley of Torture

A Poem by Sonife

sometimes we are torn between two choices: to move on and face the hurdles along, or to live with the pain of the past...

The wind, so almighty, dancing with the deserted sky
Towards the meadow of lilies and green grasses
Butterflies, poppy fields, crested upon the endless land
It's the memories withhold, in the great valley of torture

There, she stands, Maria, the tortured one
Whispering melodies for a requiem, with her heart looking back
Trapped in a shielded crypt, hoping for the impossible dream
And beneath her wings of gold lays the chain of rust

In the distant flight of the unseen light
It became her everlasting refuge
Her endless soliloquy no more distant
And tears frozen in the undying pain

...there she lies dreamless, in the Great Valley of Torture...