Birth of a Star
Everyday the bird ventured in the stormy night,
Swishing past demonic trees in rhythm,
Raced the leaves, riding the vile wind,
And returned to the cave, to Silence.
One day the sun fell down,
Navy mumbled through bald clouds,
She flew across the intricacy,
Woven with emotions on the grainy enormity...
The green and grey diaspora,
Like an anachronism in melody,
Lured her to the distant skyline,
Where she hit a wall of nothingness...
Her right wing was pierced into a lazy winter branch,
When she looked above to see stars...
"The storm never told stories of these", she thought,
Amazed in the dazzling mystery,
She forgot that Silence was waiting for her...
When the Goddess of Darkness,
Stretched herself across the world,
A warrior was born.
Plucked one of Her eyelashes resting in horizon,
And struck Her...
Twinkling patches appeared like a magnum of curiosity,
She found her Heaven...
Violet streaks broke her reverie.
She lifted her broken wing,
And laid there,
For she had found Silence like never before,
And Serenity too...
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