Untold Tales

24

24. Peace

Once verdant gardens, now lost to my sight, 

Destroyed by hands that sought their own delight. 

No, the gardens were not mere lifeless land, 

They were my home, where harmony once fanned.

This land you deemed sinful, judged with disdain, 

But it's a place of love, where we remain. 

We embraced your wrath for living our truth, 

For choosing to define ourselves; for believing the youth. 

Yet in the end, it all came down to gold, 

Your greed unfurled, your hearts bitter and cold.

To our lands you came, mining precious gems, 

Sapphires and diamonds, rarest of them. 

In exchange, we offered what we could give, 

Hoping to share the riches we'd retrieve. 

But you, in greed, took all that was bestowed, 

Then left, destroying us, a cruel abode.

We are impoverished, but deserving of care, 

Yet no surprise, you scorn even the wealthy who are rare. 

Life's scales have never balanced, never fair,

 Suffering our constant companion's glare. 

All I yearn for is a fleeting respite, 

A moment of peace where forgiveness alights.

But alas, peace eludes me once again, 

For life's turbulence is an endless reign. S

o, I'll write of you, all who've caused us pain, 

Unleashing my wrath, the nature I'll explain. 

The land of fairies, a realm of perceived sin, 

Yet in your absence, peace did dwell within.

Descriptive ink shall flow from my pen, 

Unveiling the truth of our lives to you lying men

The fairies' gardens, cloaked in both light and dark, 

Where sins were borne, and peace left its mark. 

For we've known suffering, yet strength we've found,