Is It Not The Same,

Swallow's Dance

The azure, gentle swallow,

Perched on its branch,

The leaves that rustle and whisper,

Accompanying the twitters and chirps,

The beautiful melody gliding through,

The seams of the windows,

Mesmerizing in its trance.

Then the wind blew,

As the leaves chattered,

The tree strong, unwilling to bow,

To the relentless storm,

Protecting the swallow,

Who hid among the branches,

Feeble and silent.

No songs float through the air,

Though the rain takes its place,

Splitter, Splatter,

A collective rhythm,

Amplified by the wind’s howl,

And the bustling of the leaves.

As the swallow slept soundly,

Through the lullaby of the rain,

It awoke at the crack of dawn,

Ruffled its feathers,

Then took flight in its wake,

A magnificent sight as its slender body,

And the long waving tail,

Glided above the skies,

The feathers fluttering,

Sweeping the air with it,

The dance and the song,

A sign of life, harmonious nature,

A beauty to behold,

A swallow’s stance,

And its remarkable dance.

I don't think I would ever be the same,

If you were killed,

And gone from my life.

You can't blame yourself for not knowing,

If you didn't even begin to learn it. -Unknown

I stood in the forest,

In my solitude,

The swirling breeze,

The only sound,

When I look up,

At the towering trees,

I realize I'm so small,

Compared to the mist,

The bare trace of my silhouette,

Of my warm breath,

There is no knowing,

Beyond this trail.

Phantom by TheHen

The silence in the air,

The burdens that I bear,

Life is so unfair,

No one will ever care.

They told me,

That this is my fate,

That I must follow,

And just be blind,

Even if it took all,

Made everyone fall,

I must fulfill my fate,

Before it’s too late.

There were so many,

Who came to me,

And asked how to be free.

So I led them to the tree,

Where we came to see,

That we were meant to be,

Forever friends,

Even to,

The darkest ends,

Of the sun and moon.

When noon rises,

And midnight falls,

I’m far from asleep.

I watch the horizon,

The hills that lie so far,

Like the stars in the sky,

That twinkle with mystery.

I take the wisps of wind,

And blow them away,

The traces of their presence,

Swirling in the breeze.

Everyday,

I hide in the dark,

Watching people’s lives,

Or just waiting to strike,

To hold the crimson blade.

But everytime,

I find myself frozen,

Unable to bring their lives down,

Afraid to just… erase them,

To devastate their families,

And friends,

And whatever they lived for.

There are dreams that I await,

For them to become reality,

But I know,

That I’m dead inside.

The chaos,

The cyclone,

That never subsides,

I’m dead inside,

But even so,

I’m still alive.

The friends I made,

They were there,

And fought the wars,

By my side.

The chaos may never subside,

No matter the sacrifices I make,

To protect them,

And prevent the end.

Though many were there,

Others never care.

Fake friends,

That betrayed me,

That turned around,

And said goodbye.

I tried to ignore it all,

Tried not to be shattered,

But there are times,

When I fell to my knees,

Every drop rippling,

The reflecting lake,

Under the stars.

They called me a legend,

The reason why I faded,

And became shaded.

Though I could slice,

And had the will to sacrifice,

I was hated,

Known as a traitor,

Because I just couldn’t do it.

A failure,

Weak and mere,

Only filled with fear.

That may have been true,

But now I just stand through,

The desolations of ash and blood,

Though they streak my face,

And trace my silhouette,

I am a survivor.

I was the shadow,

Who lurked in the abyssal night,

Who gazed at the stars in the sky,

Who was a traitor,

A failure,

To all.

I cried so many tears,

Even after all those years,

Their throats slit,

Right in front of my eyes.

I tried to defy,

But now I’m here,

Restrained by chains,

Banished from the place I loved,

Yet hated.

Baited,

I walked aimlessly into traps,

One after another.

Hypnotized,

I was blinded by the speculation,

The illusions.

I guided so many lives,

Their desperation and sorrow,

That flood through them,

Receded when I revealed,

That there is always a better tomorrow.

But my namesake,

I was meant to be alone,

In the dark,

There is so much you don’t know,

The tears I cry,

The hate because of my fate,

The lies I’ve told,

The sacrifices I made,

To save them,

To try and change,

Despite my differences.

The secret power that I was given,

Was not to be harnessed as a tool,

How come I was such a fool?

Bloodied,

Torchered,

Burned,

I still survive,

But I always regret,

And I’ll never forget,

The mistakes I made,

The burdens I still carry,

The lives died for an unknown purpose,

The pain marked into me,

Is not the hell they created,

It’s the scars that tear me apart,

That scorched me to the bone.

I shall never be forgiven,

But I’ll live on,

Despite all the blame,

And flames.

After all those days,

None of them could ever stay,

So now I’m here,

Nothing but mere,

With secrets and power,

Unknown to you.

Phantom,

The name that I always cherished,

That I always loved,

No matter what.

Like a shadow in the quietest night,

I’m watching and waiting for,

My purpose and time,

To twirl the stars in my grasp,

And change everything.

Romance is blind,

The single lost kiss,

So hard to find,

The unknown bliss,

Hidden in the leaves of the Earth,

I'm still waiting,

For true love to birth.

The single feather,

That flutters so feebly,

In the calm breeze,

As if time would almost freeze.

The softest wind,

That escapes my lips,

The feather rising high,

And low,

From the ever-changing tide,

Of the rhythm of time.

Words would mean nothing,

If there wasn't a story behind them.

Shattered Skies

Open air, no soul, no mind,

Drift away,

Away, away,

Before the blue,

Before the clouds bestowed upon,

Endless arrays.

No waiting for time,

Door of sublime,

I scream,

You dream,

Vast, vast,

Away, away,

First or last,

No matter.

Crimson streaks,

Dust, death reeks,

Burning, barren trees,

No such thing as free,

Run, run,

Away, away,

Inferno devours,

Ashen flowers.

Wall of glass,

Between Earth and Sky,

Reaching, grasping,

Yet no stars for clasping,

Banging, banging,

Against the glass,

Desperately trying,

Cracking, cracking,

Maybe it’s breaking,

I want to ride the clouds,

Fly, fly,

Away, away,

I wish to never stay.

Why, why,

Can’t I shatter these skies,

Take me away,

From this ground smitten decay,

I pray, pray,

Please, please,

I’ve been at it for years,

It’s forced me to tears,

Break away,

Away, away,

Just let me,

Shatter the skies.

Shatter this nightmare.

Dead of Night by TheHen The darkening night, Sending chills down my spine, Where is the light? Along this endless line? Monsters and hollows, Awaiting around the corner, Every step could be, A mistake of never being free. Creeping, Weeping, I cry and walk alone, In the abyssal air, In the dead of night. Oh, I’m so afraid, My mind full of fear, I hope I survive, Through the dead of night. Ominous screaming, That rips through the setting sky, Who is there? In the forest of night? The wind howling, The waves crashing, The trees falling, This nightmare, Forever and ever, In the dead of night. The atmosphere, As cold as space, Though somehow, I’m still alive in this race. Blinded by the storms, I see nothing, Yet everything is in front of me, But there is no light to guide me. The stars, That were there, Have faded away from the skies above, Have been there, but nowhere, Now there is none to follow. The dead of night, Shadows everywhere, Death right there, It may be surging now, But it will come to an end, With a message to send. There is silence, After years of pain, Of darkness and rain. The cyclone’s still raging, But I’ve gone through, Pushed the waters, Behind me. I’m still not free, With the dead of night, Right at my heels, I keep going, Keep running, Before I get swallowed, By the haunting hollows. The dead of night, Screaming or silent, Taunting or calming, It’s how you see, The night’s key, To being free, From the dead of night.

This is not a quote, rather a poem. I hope you enjoy it or rather enjoyed it. :)