I was born in the house of light
Devoid of colours,
The walls screamed white.
At the centre, was a chandelier
And followed it, a small enclosure
Where my parents used to fight.
A dog was assigned to me very early
But as I grew, it started to wither.
It seemed like, I was fate's attorney
And yet I was treated just like a Figure.
I was to gatekeep a shrine of God
And yet I always questioned him.
Because the world I was representing
Sometimes, made me think less of him.
Whenever I came back from the shrine
My house was the same as old
I could never have a husband nor a kid
That's what the pact and the Hiero told.
Therefore I usually cried alone
Always wanting a Home,
Always wanting a Home.
Once i had to choose
Between honour and truth
I never cared for the former
But I had to answer,
that the kingdom would suit.
And hence I chose wrong
These intricacies of politics
Was never my strong
A wrong step brought me here, where fate stares without blinking
Its cold breath on my spine, reminding me this end is mine.
I rose to speak my sin, but my heart stopped at the threshold
Leaving me fallen, breathless, surrendered to someone else’s mercy.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
What was I to the world ?
I was nothing until my spells worked.
To whom I was beloved ?
None, Those who praised me
At the back they talked.
Even the rains bended to my will,
But the people averted their eyes.
The monsters were having their fill
Yet, I was getting fed with lies.
My performances were judged,
By the minds of illiterates.
My condolences were flunked
By the hearts of inconsiderates.
Oh! How I was questioned,
By the ones who aren't legitimate
They talked of peace to me !
While themselves holding the belligerent.
They took my love, as it was taxes,
I didn't bat an eye towards the masses.
When they pierced me with their lances,
It was humanity shattered like glasses.
I shall not destroy the fort
As that would be a light task
I shall cast a fire that burns every hut
Because that is what my heart might ask
And so, I conjured a rot,
A feces of their own.
Wore it hope like a coat,
And spells deprived of dawn.
It glimmered and valliantely fought,
For those who once stampede my lawn.
The disease had'eth done a lot,
But in a scheme of reprisal
it was just a pawn.
What am I to the world ?
A path of vengeance, Now I walked.
To whom am I beloved ?
Still None, as the one who resided
Is now gone in the dust
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC