Love, Hope and Dreams: A Poetry Collection

Born of Death

Fire flares from city walls
Burning homes and market stalls
As the once great city falls
A newborn child screams and bawls

One formed from thousands dead
With a thick black mop upon her head
Her mother, all persons who had bled
Not even one soul could've fled

Ashes blow in the breeze
As time for all begins to freeze
No flowers remain for the bees
As it washes away into the seas

Then came of beauty, dance, song
The King's mistress who did a wrong
Tempted, she touched, soon foregone
But first to King the curse passed on

Pain of Death begins to wake
The Seeker freed for King's sake
Fear filled streets, people quake
Many dead, Some they'd take

In the forest, Huntsman lives
Adopted the to be child his
Caring and teaching her what there is
Everyday being a survival quiz

Isolated the child grows
Learning, training to never show
Fear, rage or sorrow
Or else there'd be no 'morrow

Many years pass by
The King soon to die
Desperate, Seeker retries
Searching all of nigh

Guards, Elders, all are riled
Capturing, Killing, many defiled
Mistake turned more than mild
As sons of King go wild

Found, a child no more
She's woman through the core
Abused, beaten, broken, sore
Now the guard's dead on floor

Running, fleeing trying to escape
As oldest son's plot begins to shape
Shocked, youngest stands mouth agape
Blood soaking through the new window drape

Hidden now she finally lies
Planning out a new disguise
Staying near town was not wise
Confusion, fear, she finally cries

Heat, crackles, sparks
Quietly Death embarks
Fire anew only doth harks
Protecting, healing the painful marks

Smoke rises, anger quells
Hatred fills her empty wells
In the distance sound warning bells
Telling soon Death will dwell