Her father kind and wise,
telling stories of before the
sun were to rise.
Pray and preach to people alike,
started to say things they did not like.
Straying away from the path set out,
gathering and grouping, they began to shout.
Less began to come,
It seemed like he was done.
Food was scarce;
happiness in drought.
Stolen apples—
and hoping for a discount.
The eldest daughter his family bear,
made a wish to make things fair.
She wished for attention,
listening people.
He was kept in the dark,
preached all day under the steeple.
People stayed,
people listened.
She fought behind closed doors,
happily, her soul glistened.
One in front,
one in back,
to rid this world
of its black.
It was good,
until one day.
Her father learned,
to his dismay.
The wish she made
saved them all,
but to him,
she controlled these people
as if they were dolls.
And they truly
did not care at all.
He called her a witch
(the very thing she kills
in debt to her wish.)
His very own daughter a witch,
who tainted the hearts of people—
and her breath hitched.
He broke down,
and became depressed.
After everything that happened—
that he worked for—
how could his heart rest?
He was miserable,
and began to drink.
His whole life,
down the sink.
He became insane
because of his addiction.
Who was she
to make this prediction?
He killed her mother,
and her sister.
How could a sweet wish,
become so bitter?
So to follow his actions,
he committed a sin.
One god never wanted,
no matter what position you were in.
He committed an act,
his life thrown aside.
Who would have known,
a priest would commit suicide?
Leaving her behind,
alone and in vain.
He never could have guessed
the unending pain.
Her wish left her in debt,
one she has to repay;
A debt she pays
until death make her lay.
Her noble wish
brought upon death in injustice.
She vowed then on
to be strictly selfish.
Never to use her power for another,
because of the fate decided
For her father, sister, and mother.
She preaches that act
so no one feels the same pain.
She does this not to cause chaos,
but for their own sake.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by me lol
PoetryA few years ago I had to write some poems and short stories for a creative writing class so I'm just going to put them here too. I apologize in advance for how bad they are.
