Category: Writers Block
Oh Violet, down to earth go you,
Down to mortal firmament -- pray make it through.
Oh Violet, descending from heaven high,
Waiting to announce your presence by infant's cry.
Crimson hair, softest eyes of grey.
Gentle heart, with tender flesh at prey.
Angel voice, full of words to sing.
Searching soul, from life the answers wring.
Mother's gone, absent from baby's birth.
Father's left, no loving parents on earth.
Born in an alley, abandoned to die.
Left in the garbage to vainly cry.
Beggar-found, raised among the helpless lost;
Brought up by the deranged to be their leaning post.
Flesh abused, her body spent for vagabond’s pleasure;
Sold against their debts, doomed to be their measure.
Hopeless girl, destined to be beggar's bride,
Cast from birth to walk in Poverty's stride.
Destitute's symbol, shaped from teardrop's design,
Cast from birth seeking a path she cannot find.
Oh Violet, let us hear you sing,
Let the world tremble when your angel voice rings.
Oh Violet, let us marvel at your strength,
Show us the will that's kept you alive at length.
Crimson hair, brightest eyes of grey.
Flesh of steel, no longer at prey.
Angel voice, with notes from on high
To buffet your wings towards ever-blue sky.
Mother's gone, but the strength yet remains.
Father's left, but no longer is it your shame.
Born in an alley, destined to early die:
Now an avenging angel with no tears to cry.
Beggar-raised, child of poverty true,
But that painful past is long behind you.
Flesh profaned, but the beauty yet persists,
Unwilling to give into history and desist.
Hopeful girl, cast off your bridal chains.
Let not those wicked bonds become your reins.
Determination's symbol, cast from mold of hero's sword:
Forth your majesty to bridge that final ford.
Oh Violet, Let your angel voice call,
And blaze across the land like lightning fall.
Oh Violet, let your beauty shine,
Like the flesh of angels in paradise sublime.
Crimson hair, secret eyes of grey.
Age'd heart, in death's arms to quietly lay.
Angel voices, sing they your final song.
Peaceful soul, finding rest after a life so long.
Mother's gone, no flowers from loving hands.
Father's left, no mighty strength to rest you in the sand.
Born into life's alley, where all are doomed to die,
Left to your own resources, only to return here to lie.
beggar-born, wearing the pauper's clothes,
Returning to rest now in majestic repose.
Flesh desecrated, but the soul is without flaw,
Thus will you drift off to sleep beneath fine-woven pall.
Enchanted girl, You've redrawn the traceries Destiny wound,
Shook off your chains -- another life to be found.
Divinity's symbol, now we raise you up again,
Come hither to heaven and sing amongst your angel friends.
wow Ky, just, wow
Kai,