Magical Lines

Holy Hell

The darkness of the sky resumed,
I was but a little dead,
All growls and roars and sneers afar,
Made mine a reticent crept.

My home was it or a forest big,
Was it a dream or a total fit,
The darkness full of blur blue,
The moon and sky a bluish bit.

I stool still, as still I can,
Assured the twigs didn’t creep,
But how the twigs became so furry,
Was it real or my deep, deep sleep.

The hues ahead beguiled my love,
My love for the deep, it called me,
Would there be ever a way back,
Or it's the last the world I see.

The question pealed in my head,
But now the scent invaded my neb,
I jotted down my answer in ink,
Saying “I went into the forest dead”.

The forest dead was as dead as cold,
A ray of light was nowhere seen,
Only the sleep and the dark hue,
Was the dead dead could ever mean.

I stepped back and a light flashed,
I saw the blue ink shining bright,
To move ahead or to step back,
The choice of my heart was right.

The dead forest was bleak and cold,
The bright light was like a chance,
To seek the love and life of heaven,
I did nothing but maintain my stance.

It was the deep that touched my heart,
The deep of darkness and hues ahead,
The light shining was like warmth,
But I took the path my heart led.

I dived down deep and the light vanished,
I sensed Death awaiting me,
Was it death or was it not,
I'd know when the end I'd reach.

Nothing fishy did there I find,
Just the whiff of pine and birch,
Did Death await for me,
Anigh the holy church?

Did I moon or did I doze,
Or was night over and morn up,
Why did the warmth replace the raw,
Or did I get a chance in luck.

I shoke myself and my nap broke,
I was back to the deep bleak world,
The cold a sudden penetrated me,
And inside I lurched and swirled.

The last of mine I think had come,
For the holy church was near,
I saw Death with a  black cloak,
And a smile for prey on gear.

The bright light flashed in my eyes,
As pearls crawled down from them,
I did what I had to do,
Before I was condemned.

“O! Fine darkness, you lured me off,
Not from happiness but from the sorrow,
The world was but a holy sphere,
Unless the frail asked benign borrow.”

“If this is hell, it's better than orb,
Darkness, deeps and hues inside,
And holy Death awaiting me,
With chirps, growls and deep vibe.”

“You brought my aura, my inside out,
A chance you gave me to know myself,
Where in this arid world all bright,
No one knows their innerself.”

“The whiff of pine and birch in air,
The grass so silk and life like rare,
The hues of my inside deep,
I thank you to make me aware.”

“I accept you, come take me,
Away from this mean orb,
Where egocentric is the attraction,
Just break me from this cord.”

Death came near, as I finished my words,
What warmth was in its tread,
Was none like hell or heaven,
Was it Death or was it not, it bespoke, I didn’t fled.

“Not a seat in heaven or hell,
Would be suitable for you,
Go back and live in that bleak world,
And give your all to make it anew.”

And said so, it vanished away,
The bright light once again shone,
From the words of my ink blue,
But this time I chose the moan.

The world of orb needed a change,
Leaving it was not the way,
I wasn’t spared by Death,
Or did my luck save me today.

Saved was I by my heart,
My heart which thought of greater good,
No seat in hell or heaven for me,
For I had to change the livelihood.
                                  
                                         ~ Peony