Thorns And Proses

Of Fatima: Apple

Eyes looked up at the sky,
Longing cannot be deny.
Not feeling a loss would be a lie.
Afterall, its been so long since the goodbye.

Eyes looked down at the ground.
Feet is where it is bound.
Grating chains makes a cringing sound.
While silent whimper would never be loud.

Trust is slowly fading.
Hope is gradually crumbing.
Though still subconsciously believing.
That this will never be the ending.

But as the green grass withered.
For the long time she rendered.
The chains will now come untethered,
Alas, the last fall of her pure feather.

With a sad smile, she looked up at the sky.
She cannot help the sound of her cry.
"Father, forgive them for they live in a lie."
"Father, forgive them, for your existence, they deny."

A warm gust of wind, in a blink of an eye.
Illuminating a bright light, there she lay.
Wings albescent stretched, she sung her last lullaby.
"When I return, redeeming you all, I will try."