Dimension of Corruption

In between the willow trees
The soft white ponies play
Manes of silk
And hooves of stone
Complimenting majesty

Roses dripping with scarlet blood
Each petal another bleeding scar
On which humanity has placed itself
Centuries of building destruction

The aroma of charred flesh
Seeps itself into my body
Causing a shudder of malice
Melting away to stumps of singed triumph
Dead in the fire we made ourselves

Checker boards, white and black
Each piece another soul
Each move another mistake
To kill the king is all you want
So that you may take your place

Fluttering wings so careful and supple
Splashes of color, and delicate lines
Caught in a web of a friends deception
The only way out, to betray all that’s good

A beautiful soul so sensitive and tender
Lost in a world of adolescence and impurity
Living among people who don’t understand real pain
Or true concern
Existing in a dimension of half hearts and fake nobility
Of disoriented shapes
And fading lines
Where true goodness is found only deep in the heart of those worthy

by Haylo
posted on 07/29/2009