Rants, Poems and Randomness

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Crowns of Roses and Steps of Lilies

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Not a graceful fall, like a rock skipped across the currents of a stream, but a plunge that ripped apart the seams of the sky

Did it hurt when you lifted your wings?

Feathers dark as night so unlike the once pearly white, yet still so beautiful

Bruised elbows and bleeding wrists, each wound like a stab to the heart from those who still sit upon their pedestals

And maybe I could not catch you, I could not protect the shattering collision that deepened the cracks there from the mold

Maybe I cannot put an end to the ache, bitter poison replacing the blood in your veins

But I can still take the plummet with you

 I can wipe the tears that fall just as you did, like golden drops of paradise

Because in you I still see a sliver of heaven, and for you I would take that fall over and over and over again if it means that you wouldn't have to

And the gates of hell will welcome that which God didn't want, for the lord of creation is blind towards beauty that he didn't create, and envious of it

You may believe that your purpose is destruction, but flowers grow in your wake, springing lilies from where your crimson blood dampens the ground hardened by the sinners

Maybe we're sinners too, but oh is it worth it to love you, worth every drop of affection I receive

Because within you is an ocean of pain, a surf of grief, but a river of empathy

You light yourself on fire to warm others, but please let me strike the match instead

Let me return to you what is yours, return the warmth that those who don't deserve it have taken

With your skin of marble and heart of glass, let me protect it from all that seeps inside

Take up your sword and your crown, your crown of roses and broken thorns bleeding crimson, but let me be the guardian of your heart

Sit on your throne of jewels and hope, and I will gladly take up the armrest

Your scars are like constellations, and I'd trace them forever if I could, but your smile shines brighter than the ones that light up the sky

If only that smile was forever, if only I could see your joy every day, so strong that I could reach out and touch it

You had gotten good at your game long ago, holding your deck close to your chest

But now you're playing a game you don't understand

How do you learn to show your cards and not keep them a secret? How do you learn to trust the other players with your hand?

The rulebook's words could mean everything to one and nothing to another, undecipherable yet eye-opening

If I must I'll read each line aloud to you, translate the languages unknown