Madwoman

The spectres visit once again, it's time to go they yell

They cannot be challenged, for they have witnessed it all

With a blurry vision, take a last look around, 

No reason to be fettered here, they say

Piercing shards might have done their work anyway

Darkness approaches, but it was always there

Even during the day, in the nooks and crevices, 

Grim is the state and Grim is the companion

And the houses have declared, here lives the madwoman... 

You, the light that penetrates, and voice that speaks of spring

And sings cheery songs, in the deep of winter

You, the myth that walks in beauty, and whispers in serenity

And encourages in silence, braces in misery

You, too are tainted by association, touched by the marked

Robbed off the halo, lost the innocence once longed to be shared

You, who could hold the universe together, 

And create magic out of words, bring hopes to despair

Could not escape unmarred, but left unfazed nonetheless

Taking the optimist's last breath away, to be laid to rest 

Spectres scream louder in the Inferno, 

Perhaps purgatory is no better escape

And yet the residents are unshackled

Pain doesn't reach the bones, blades do not cut deep

And the poetess recites the "Mad Girl's Love Song"

Is it a dream or,

Are these songs of the freed?

Turned from the world known, the cynic hesitates

Another step and it will be the new reality, 

The choice has been difficult to make, 

But the Grim slowly disappears, vision no longer hazy

Sheets draped in carmine have a story to tell

They can however, wait, 

For today the streets drenched in rain

Shall relate the return of the Madwoman..