Poetry. A passion of Elle's.
No matter what she wrote, it always had a poetic flow to it. She loved this sort of thing, the elegance of each word, written or spoken. She would often write poetry herself, polishing, erasing, rewriting, until it was absolutely perfect. They could stretch on and on, pages and pages, and yet no one but her would know the true meaning. She had just finished a new poem, quite proud of the product.
We shall see the quoted work here.
"With pale fingers and darting eyes
a work of art is painted upon a blank canvas
the shade of such bright hopes
dashed by malice and pride
By the color of violence and hate
splashed across freedom
the vivid color of the uninhibited is created
Her dark strands cover her face
and disguise the disgust seeping into her veins
into her heart
Hardening it into cold stone
keeping the warmth of her beautiful art
as far away as possible
Sharpened words
like daggers
match the spiked whip that left
scar after scar on her frozen body
practiced
intense
Spearing softened hearts
Leaping across mountaintops of diversity
engraving the words of so called
"entities" into the walls
entities of freedom
entities of hatred
entities of equality
When only two true entities stands
An eternal battle ringing out through the cities
through the barren wastelands
fighting
Despite meeting an impassible stalemate
freedom rejecting pain
control forcing pain
fighting
forever locked in their battle
Not realizing the havoc among the commons
Those who know names of these entities
dare not speak them
They hear all
see all
know all
through intimidation
through investigation
Using the words
whispered
written
to locate each other
Biting at veins
ripping at souls
trying to make the other fall to their knees
and beg for forgiveness
before beheading their opponent
Not like the Gorgon Medusa
horrid and deadly
Nor like the goddess Aphrodite
beautiful and inspiring
Like a deer head mounted on the wall
a trophy for all to see
To show strength
to induce fear
Or to show courage
to display the coveted word
the blessed word that none but one dare say
'Freedom.'
That one was tortured
day after day
for her attempts to protest
the control brought upon the public
by the snaked-eyed predator
The prey is no longer prey
She is a shadow on the walls
clearly seen by sunlight
yet another desire
She is a gemstone all too rare
shielded by rock
unseen by all but the greedy snake
unyielding
And so
the battle stretches on
immortal
everlasting
fighting for the coveted word
'Freedom.'"
All of this poetry was safely stowed away, never to reach the eyes of anyone but Elle herself.
No matter what she wrote, it always had a poetic flow to it. She loved this sort of thing, the elegance of each word, written or spoken. She would often write poetry herself, polishing, erasing, rewriting, until it was absolutely perfect. They could stretch on and on, pages and pages, and yet no one but her would know the true meaning. She had just finished a new poem, quite proud of the product.
We shall see the quoted work here.
"With pale fingers and darting eyes
a work of art is painted upon a blank canvas
the shade of such bright hopes
dashed by malice and pride
By the color of violence and hate
splashed across freedom
the vivid color of the uninhibited is created
Her dark strands cover her face
and disguise the disgust seeping into her veins
into her heart
Hardening it into cold stone
keeping the warmth of her beautiful art
as far away as possible
Sharpened words
like daggers
match the spiked whip that left
scar after scar on her frozen body
practiced
intense
Spearing softened hearts
Leaping across mountaintops of diversity
engraving the words of so called
"entities" into the walls
entities of freedom
entities of hatred
entities of equality
When only two true entities stands
An eternal battle ringing out through the cities
through the barren wastelands
fighting
Despite meeting an impassible stalemate
freedom rejecting pain
control forcing pain
fighting
forever locked in their battle
Not realizing the havoc among the commons
Those who know names of these entities
dare not speak them
They hear all
see all
know all
through intimidation
through investigation
Using the words
whispered
written
to locate each other
Biting at veins
ripping at souls
trying to make the other fall to their knees
and beg for forgiveness
before beheading their opponent
Not like the Gorgon Medusa
horrid and deadly
Nor like the goddess Aphrodite
beautiful and inspiring
Like a deer head mounted on the wall
a trophy for all to see
To show strength
to induce fear
Or to show courage
to display the coveted word
the blessed word that none but one dare say
'Freedom.'
That one was tortured
day after day
for her attempts to protest
the control brought upon the public
by the snaked-eyed predator
The prey is no longer prey
She is a shadow on the walls
clearly seen by sunlight
yet another desire
She is a gemstone all too rare
shielded by rock
unseen by all but the greedy snake
unyielding
And so
the battle stretches on
immortal
everlasting
fighting for the coveted word
'Freedom.'"
All of this poetry was safely stowed away, never to reach the eyes of anyone but Elle herself.
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