When night came for
innocence, I turned my head to the right,
for I thought to keep it out of sight.
When cold-steel claimed
naivety, well… I buried each scream in song;
for wrought in melody
can anything be
When the bitter winds stole
surety, why… I turned my trembling to hate;
for only then did it truly abate.
But when the shadows consumed
sweetness, when not even an ounce of it did survive,
why… twas then darlin’… La Fée came alive.
© Odyne La Fée 2018
I have woken into darkness; a part, not unlike the whole,
yet still wholly lacking, even cracking, yet never slacking, despite the shackling.
I woke to bitter tenderness; just another victim in this vast wilderness of war,
these endless, ceaseless hostilities that bury me though I still breathe.
And into this vast ocean of empathy I sink, and seethe.
Because there is nothing they can do for a part, never again to be made whole;
indelible, immutable, irrefutable blade of war
now shattered and broken, a pile of pieces upon the floor.
La Fée 2014