These two elements were enemies since dawn
When they fought, the whole world would be warned
As heat met cold, smoke would alight
While they quarreled, the land stood in fright
The Fire had a fierceness to her that the Water could not match
The heat could paralyze you, even the smallest of a scratch
But she would lose her temper whenever she talked
The Water took advantage and would continue to mock
The Water on the other hand was smart and full of wisdom
Her power was so mighty that it could wash away kingdoms
However, how clever she may be, her cowardice was known
The heat burned her when it was shown
Who lost? Who won? No one knows anymore
But we know that they fought a thousand times in the lore
It's a mystery when will they stop
But one thing is final,
While the Water runs cold, the Fire burns hot.
-Grisha. S
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
She sat on the rock in tears
No feeling was felt
No happiness, no anger, no fear
Except one, which was total despair
Her face so still, in the water she would simply stare
She had a family and she was an alluring beauty
But despite that, she sunk into nullity
Good looks did not get her to talk
Every word hurt her
Whether in sadness or mock
People spoke to her, but they didn't know her facade
Because inside her head, that feeling fought
They wouldn't call her a silent mystery
But again, they didn't know about her misery
Every word she spoke was a sign of pain
Though outside she was fine
Her mind was no more sane
She couldn't move without feeling despair in every bone
But she knew this was a pain understood by none
Her life flashed before her eyes as she stared in the water
There wasn't much to say
All she saw was a clutter
For the last time, her body started to shiver
She didn't wait now
As she fell into the river.
-Grisha. S
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
In her dark cloth, she would walk around
Next day a dead person would be found
She didn't live in a tower nor did she have a home
But, with a silver dagger in her sheath,
She would roam
The men she murdered were evil and cruel
She believed it was her destiny to **** these fools
She didn't shout out about her deeds,
Nor would she brag about helping those in need
The Assassin was little loved among the lords and ladies
But the poor and oppressed secretly cheered for her,
As she was the cure for their maladies
Likeness was anyway not what she looked for,
It was the satisfaction of right people sleeping soundly she craved more
She was known to wear a mask
Rumour was to hide her lies,
But her main motive was not to be recognized
Known to be as quiet as a shadow, for she was so secretive
Nobody could tell if she was ugly or lucrative
Some said she was bad, some said she was good
But all agreed they didn't want to be where she stood
Called a killer and murderer
At the mention of her name, they would shudder
Even those who praised didn't want to be her
They wanted her to do the work,
While they slept in their fur
The Assassin didn't mind nor did she care,
As all she wanted was to see the world in its full flare.
-Grisha. S
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
Hunting through the woods she would go
She would look at the animals as she heard the river flow
In the night, she hunted,
all kinds of animals –birds who flew or cats who grunted
As quiet as the night, she moved all around the green forest,
And stared at the sun while at rest
The unusual heat made her whole body shiver
Hypnotized by the bright light,
She slowly let down her quiver
The fire of the sun went inside her soul
Her eyes brightened with amber and her body had flown
She once again went into the night,
But now animals saw her with fright
No longer the silent huntress
Now a creature of fire and an immortal goddess
Instead of running, the animals bowed down
The birds took a bark and crafted a crown
The bears build a throne for her of black wood
The lions by her, on their four legs they stood
The moon shone as she was coronated
She turned into a new woman as she incinerated
She sat on the throne with her arms rested on the side
She had now become the Fire in the Night.
-Grisha. S
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
A girl not born but made with trauma
Her story so bizarre, it seems like a drama
But it's not
Her childhood, so terrible it was
None could face that amount of loss
The girl's mother was in her grave
Died at the hands of her father who treated the girl as a slave
He beat her delicate face every day
But no words ever came out of her mouth
For there was nothing she could say
Once she decided to throw herself into the river
So she could drown and leave this life forever
But a voice inside told her no
The voice wasn't hers
But it was calming and slow
Days after, she discovered more voices
One different from the other
But they all told her one thing-
Things would get better
One day, her father beat her again,
But the voice from the river now came out
That voice became a person and began to shout
The girl, proud of her voice
Took some clothes and a horse, and ran away
Because she would go anywhere but stay
She did not know where she was going to go
But she wanted to get away from that vile man she called father
She didn't care cause wherever she would be
Her voices would always be with her.
-Grisha. S
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
Once there was a girl,
Who was often seen with her black dress unfurled
She had no family, no friends, not even a name,
But still, there were many who envied her dark fame
She was many times spotted in the night,
Sitting on a cliff, admiring the moon without a fright
Depressed about her past, sad about her present and future,
Knowing there will be nobody ever,
To her who will nurture
She had a pale face with deep and cold blue eyes,
In those, you could not see any secrets or lies
Away from the people, she roamed in the darkness,
Many said there was another world in which she would ingress
This girl was called by many names-
The Lady of Dark, the Empress of Shadows
As with her aura, she could frighten even the toughest of the foes
But there was one name that donned her a crown,
Though nobody would say it when she was around
For she was the one who ruled the land of no light,
That is why she was called the Queen of Night.
- Grisha. S
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
She danced through the night,
Under the shadow of the moon's light
Her white dress flowed as she spun
When she moved, every spirit and soul on the earth became one
Her face sparkled with a twinkle in her eye,
It shone as bright as the stars in the sky
Her grey eyes looked calm and serene
Her movements as flawless as anybody had seen
No jewellery adorned her, just a white rose in her hair,
Its sweet smell would chase away any despair
She was truly a beauty with her hair black as coal
But it was unlike her pure white soul
Like a bird in the darkness,
She danced with such a finesse
But when the sun came soaring high,
She would disappear in the blink of an eye
As the people gathered on the streets,
On the run, she would be
No animal or human could find her when she was gone
She would return in the night and vanish the next morn
The light chased her away
The sun left her astray
Unlike the shadows they made her suffer
But she was an elegant dancer
And the midnight belonged to her
-Grisha. S
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC