#thedownfall

Strange are the ways of life , when it favors, the sprays of color turn so bright.

Thence when the rainbow fades , like a regular course long after a rainy day,

The question hovers the mind;

Was it not her who challenged nature, and took away the beauty from this time,

 Yes! She must be the reason why.

 Do you know? she was there so filled with beauty & glow , upon her one plead, the winds took to blow, And made nature change its course.

Her supremacy, was tall,

Lesser though than her downfall.

 Everyday, a lesson she learnt.

Her fall was ‘the people’ who surrounded her every being,

Those who raised her as some mighty queen.

She only wanted to live and be,

They would not let her , which she could clearly see..

 Why did she love them so, did she not see them and their revulsion,

closing in like a trap to make her forgo.

 Soon the time eclipsed,

She was gone from the queens bed, and replaced with a shredded mow.

 The wind replaced her glow with a foe,

Without a doubt or much ado.

 For the wind blows where the people head,

They flew far from her gate…

Into another mind , some other state;

Where the rainbows obeyed another,

For she was the fever they took into their minds, body and soul.

 Today she sits on an empty pedestal

Where no one tells her she is one of them

No one around would be good to go

So long the wind and the people don’t come and take away her solace yet again…and the wind beneath her floor