Cacophony Of The White Ravens

Caught in a spider's web?

With the Devil on the shoulders,

an open ear to his whispers,

the men watched in silence,

as she was dragged,

along the floor by her hair.

Her feet kicking, fingers clawing the floor.

In the court of the greatest warriors,

her cries echoed, 

her pleas as a Queen,

a Sister, a Woman.

But the undertone of the Devil,

Was sweeter to their ears.

They kept their heads bowed,

too afraid to gaze

into her scorching eyes.

Ashamed to face her charges against their silence.

Where were the weapons,

they took much pride in,

when the dark hands moved

from her locks to her cloth?

Disappointed, desperate,

realization dawning, she prayed.

She prayed to Vasudev,

until only her lips moved,

and her voice was a whisper

from a hoarse throat.

He had spoken up.

He had raised a hand.

A hand that had concealed her

from the eyes of prying vultures.

A voice of comfort

for the terrified girl,

alone, in a room full of men.

A voice to the one,

who peeked back with doubtful eyes,

only to walk faster with fearful ones.

But no longer will the naari

watch from the floor,

with tearstained cheeks.

No. She will rise.

She will rise to drench her hands

in her defiler's blood,

run them through her mane,

and knot it high upon her head.

To the silent, the idle I say,

when you choose to be mute,

you will hear whispers.

Whispers of the demon.

And when you hear it long enough,

it's words will echo, louder through you.

When you avert your eyes

from the distressed,

your gaze will fall upon

the eye of the fiend.

Look long into its eyes,

and see your reflection

staring back at you.

And with dread you shall realize,

you were simply a prey

caught in the spider's web.

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"The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it."

- Albert Einstein

This is a poem inspired from the scene of draupadi's cheerharan of the Indian epic Mahabharatha.

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Yours truly,

Ebonylarch.

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