Chrysalis (Cold Stone)

When they told me the fable

I didn't believe the tale

The goddess of silent tragedy

Simply could not exist

There's no such thing

As broken beauty who does not breathe winter

Onto a world so frozen

So deadly

Shivering cold

It's impossible to imagine

A heart infected with darkness

Omitting radiant light

While not breathing fire

She stood in a dead field

Trying to give life with her own sunshine

Or so it seemed

Whispered words of sorrow

But they screamed out hope

A breath of fresh air

Took over gusts reeking of death

The goddess of silent tragedy

Was no myth

She stood singing melodies before me

Though I knew tragedy had once crushed her

She had hair like a brown river

Smooth, soft and flowing

Illisioned and endless

The breeze made light ripples

Against her ocean

Disguising waves crashing on shore

Fighting her own currents

An undertow that would drown you

If you ever dare swim

She had a smile of broken bones

The joy covered by moss

Still beautiful in it's own way

But slowly decaying

Breaking down dead limbs

Bare ugly branches

managed to still create magic

Caterpillar tiptoed along dew drops

Before burying herself in a shelter

Too many monsters lurked outside

If she were Alice

She had found the dark side of wonderland

Her eyes glistened amber

Sweet tree sap frozen to stone

Preserved around a chrysalis

It never had a chance to hatch

You could almost hear it whisper

"Save me

I want to get out

But I am buried too deep now".

Crystallized tears had once fallen

There was no doubt

When sunlight hit just right

You could see a raven

Maybe a magpie

But most likely a crow

Intelligent

But dark and lost and lonely

Misunderstood

Reflecting evil

Evil she had witnessed

Nondescript crimes

A wandering victim

A butterfly with torn wings

Now a dying moth

Wings beat lonely echoes

Shattering glass and crystal

Bleeding black from old wounds

lost in her own shadows

The dying moth

That butterfly with broken wings

Is not from the chrysalis

Embedded in amber

But it is buried too deep now

Lost somewhere

A grave dug before birth

A piece of life

A fragment

A lonely shard of history

Forever buried in cold stone.