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Madness runs in your veins like stinging vines of ivy
Your ancestors could not hold in the reins tied around their mind
So, will you keep stewing in their agony?
And as you flipped through the stained pages-
'One was an enraged traitor who fought the war for his enemies,
One was a hardened soldier of the land who defended its violent tragedies.'
And asked yourself-
Where will you stand?
Sadness is stitched into your flesh like a torn tapestry made of frayed threads
Your ancestors were forced to stay in their dismal lives
So, will that be the rugged path you tread?
And as you read their forgotten memories-
'One was a battered soul with scars on her back,
One was a regretful widow whose bones hang off her rags.'
And whispered to yourself-
This is where you stand
You sit there like a spilled potion over broken glasses
A drop of insanity swirling with traces of vengeance
A trickle of despair and a few beaten-out splashes
You carry the blood of the cruel criminal and the vexed victim
Hiding under a violet cloak of glim
So, will you follow their tarnished legacy?
Will you claim this self-proclaimed prophecy?
Do not ever forget,
You grew from the same darkened tree.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
