She wandered alone,
In search for answers,
Utmost dread down her spine,
‘I am the hero, I am the savior’
She walked in the crowd,
Fearing not of what will come,
Caring not, for the mortals are some,
In this cluttered anarchy,
Thousand faces turned to the sky,
Thousand knees bent in the mud,
Thousand collars cut with shame,
Thousand lives turned to blood.
‘I am the hero, I am the savior’
Yet it doesn’t feel that way,
The place she called home,
Has turned in disarray,
The red sky,
Giving her jitters,
Asking for mercy,
They pull the trigger.
The hero died,
Or so they thought,
To the world unknown,
Now she trot,
‘Was I meek, was I the devastator’
The last breath she took,
Brought a new dawn,
With revolutions beginning,
A new hope was sown.
She laughed from the oblivion,
Losing all hope in humanity,
A part of her cherished death,
As she could now get back her sanity.
For those were her destroyers,
Those were her makers,
And the chant went on:
‘Long live the hero,
Long live the savior’.
Gather 'round the campfire me pretties,
Let me tell ye a tale,
One not of shining knights or flying fairies,
But of a menace more vile than minotaurs or spooky skellies,
I speak of the bane of banter,
The marrer of masterpieces,
The incinerator of inspiration,
The enemy of enlightenment,
The ruiner of romanticism,
The scourge of Socraticism,
The nemesis of narratives,
The devastator of dictation,
And just an all around bad guy,
So be wary my pretties,
Just when you're about to reveal the punchline,
The order's been swapped,
I tell you in hushed whispers my friends,
Of the dreaded Tyops!
crawls back
into a bud
from a fog
holding a lifeline,
devastator
screaming
clad in agony
and moss
like a maid
losing her breast.
It reveals
its purpose
and drives.
The clouds
Are budding.
It stands
despite all loss
vanishing like smoke.
who is this devastator?
tears brought freely to my skies,
slipping drops learn to fly,
sliding, falling, down ivory,
to land apon gently smileing lips,
destruction comes with beauty,
painted lips in colored blood,
emeralds shinning mischievous glint,
waves of dark night hiding skin,
stare out to the oceans path,
horizons meet the lines that laugh,
colors meet, to blend perfection,
wondering. . .
see a face, see a stare,
do you know who lies behind it there?
can you see past the walls?
or for you, do they so suddenly fall. . .
claim to be a destroyer,
claim to be a critic,
thus far i see a truthful woman or man,
thus far, i see no tricks. . .
in my mind i create a face,
though through my eyes i see none,
who is this destroyer,
who understood my hurt and love?