Metra

The fallen one

In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves,
A soul once bright, now lost in ebon leaves.
Beneath the moon's cold gaze, it weeps,
A symphony of regrets, secrets it keeps.

Once a star that danced across the night,
Now a fallen comet, extinguished light.
Its wings, once proud, now tattered and worn,
Carry burdens of memories, heavy as thorns.

The bitter taste of regret upon its tongue,
Echoes of promises broken, songs unsung.
In the hollows of its heart, amertume resides,
A bitter wine poured from life's fractured tides.

The fallen one walks a path of faded dreams,
Where love's embers smolder, lost in silent streams.
Each step a requiem for moments gone astray,
A dance with shadows, a waltz of disarray.

Oh, how the stars weep for this fallen soul,
Their tears mingling with rain, a grief untold.
Yet still, it searches the night for solace's touch,
Yearning for redemption, forgiveness, and such.

So let the winds carry its whispered plea,
Across desolate moors and the vast, endless sea.
For in the depths of regret, it seeks release,
To rise anew, reborn, and find its peace.

When caged birds sing

In the quiet of twilight, where shadows dance, A caged bird dreams of beyond its bars. Its wings, once vibrant, now bear the weight of silence, Yet within its breast, a symphony stirs.

The rusted cage, a prison of iron and regret, Holds secrets whispered by forgotten winds. Each note it sings, a rebellion against confinement, A melody that defies the chains that bind.

Does the moon weep for this captive soul? Does it trace the bars with silver tears? Or does it, too, long for the bird’s release, To witness flight in the vast expanse of years?

The caged bird’s song echoes through the night, A lament woven with threads of hope and ache. It sings of sun-kissed mornings and boundless skies, Of freedom tasted, yet always out of reach.

And when the dawn blushes, painting the horizon, The caged bird’s notes rise, fragile and fierce. For even in captivity, it knows the language of flight, And its song becomes a beacon for hearts that pierce.

... And let me become that light in your life, and even let me become your life, because mine is no longer worth it