Unbeaten | Teen Ink

Unbeaten

December 6, 2014
By Chloe97 BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
Chloe97 BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't be delicate, be vast and brilliant."


Heaven forget the sweet angel's cry,

Her sorrowful weep as she fell

From the sky,

Fragile wings torn from her bone,

Mourning and loving,

A heart of cold stone.

 

Holding onto those whispers, those

Screams of defeat,

No one hath turned as she fell

To their feet.

A shaking little tremble, as weak

As a leaf,

She shrunk so slightly, fallen

Hard to the street.

 

And birds they chirped of 

a happier place,

the music gave way to a garden

of Eden,

but you hid away without 

a trace,

and marked your soul

Unbeaten.

 

Every night they planned to meet,

yes, dear friend, that was their

plan,

until an old genius, he told the

crown, and now she's gone spiraling,

Down,

Down,

Down.

 

There was an old crone, who told

the angel to beware,

lest the king he craved her soul,

but little did she heed, and even

less did she care,

and now exile seems so cold.

 

A year and a month, a week before,

the Angel and Devil met,

the babe she was with was thought to 

be lore,

and together they both wept.

 

The babe was taken, after being born,

the King he found it, and marked

it no more.

A demon of devil, a babe of angel,

it was taken, it was beaten,

Not to be raised in the holy of Eden.

 

The Angel she begged, "please do not,

throw my love!

You've taken my babe, enough

is enough!" But the evil king

scoffed, and with his general's hand,

the devil was cast out of 
Eden's fair

land. 

 

So down the Devil was thrown,

Father than the Angel was to be,

farther than the earth, where

nothingness was grown,

and loneliness was a vast and

sorry sea.

 

"And now for you," the king he sneered,

"Your punishment is earth, forever

a human, never to come back,

this is where your choices have steered."

 

And so she was thrown, to earth

she was dropped,

without a husband, without a babe,

left on earth was the wise old crone,

who'd warned her, "Stay alone."

 

But if she listened close, she could

hear the birds chirping of a happier

place,

And the music giving way to a 

Garden of Eden,

But she hid away without

a trace,

and marked her soul

Unbeaten.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.