You needed help. I offered you a hand. Instead, you chopped off my arm. A souvenir, you said.
So, I ripped out your heart and used it as a torch. And so, we went through the forest, my arm - your weapon; your heart - my light.
As we passed a pack of wolves, they demanded an offering. I wanted to feed them your heart. But you gave them my arm.
"You have two arms, but I have only one heart".
"I have one too".
"But it won't light up our path".
And so, we went on, weaponless and cold.
This time, we met humans. They demanded our light. "We are lost. We have children. There are more of us. We have arms and hearts. We can live".
I offered them a weapon. They shouted they have metal. We had none.
They took out their weapons and took away my arm and your heart. Looking at me, they said: "What use is there for you now? Give us your life".
You offered them your arms. Souvenirs, you said. Payment, they argued.
The humans went on, happy and rich. And we stayed, defenceless and without a light. Your doing - your fault?
You said I needed a hand. "I gave them my weapons in exchange for my light".
And so, I ripped out my heart. It wasn't a light. It was a flame, and so I burned down the forest. The flames created a light and flew into the sky. Fearless and free.
And we stayed on the ground. Helpless and free. Can we grasp this freedom and follow the light of fire, if we abandon what is left of us?
"Let's go".
"We lost our arms and our hearts".
"We still have our souls".
YOU ARE READING
To you, I sing across the moon
PuisiOne day I sat down and spun a story to the stars above. Hoping they can keep a secret. But the moon, that traitor, turned around and told you everything I said. About you. And about this world. All my little idle thoughts grew roots and flesh. No...
