"The Prophecy Of One D. Rooney"

The Legend - Part One

There's a thick salt in this air,
Tastes like sea and sand.
Wind gusts at the end where rocks meet blue,
Turned around and saw a few figures in the fog.
Handfuls of rocks were thrown mercilessly towards her body,
Though, like Grendel, they did not hurt her.
The stones bounced off and clattered to the ground,
Tell her when you want to say that face to face.

Branches quiver like abused children under a desk,
Leaves falling into fire and dusks with no ending.
There's some kind of dip in the land they ran across,
They tumbled like turtles in the current.
Boots crunched against dirt as she took steps against them,
Guess she didn't know that was her first mistake.
No one meant for her to fall into their gravity,
Warm whispers dragged her under weeping trees like spoiled milk.

Pain like fire booms her head of the words they spoke so loud,
Fragmented pieces of this tough exterior now cracking.
Bold outlines around her skin like scales and dragon teeth,
Claws of gold and black dust they think will gouge them open.
Wide eyes they glance down at the jagged knees coming towards,
A game of knights and horses with chess pieces made of metal.
Screams of rage, a beast erupts with fangs like glass bits,
Never give way to the notion of 'love'--it'll kill you.

The Happening - Part Two

Clumps of debris shoot out of the cave in her chest,
They stared wide eyed and went over things to calm her down.
Little flies made of rotting flowers buzzed out around her,
Waves crumbled against her feet and flooded the land.
Signs of self-destruction are just a trap to make you cry,
A winding hand of time turning over another fat minute.
The sky churns a dimly grey color with a breath of words,
Unheard against the wind and sky their cries go mute.

Soothing the beast only makes her eyes grow brighter,
Bubbling black oil of distain through lips formed as smiles.
Building up and up until the peak is too high to see,
Only to have an axe blade hack at the base sending cracks up her.
Bombs made of glass bust against the rocking frame,
Layers of metal strip away to reveal fabric worn by little girls.
Green embers of shining light shake beneath her worn eyes,
Slain and thin bones trip down to the ground where they gasp.

Their breathing kept the air moving about,
The waves and rumbling had silenced when the great woman fell.
The strong willed body seemed small and pale now,
She shook against the jagged rocks naked, crying softly.
Clear shades of sweat dripped down the spine of a daughter,
Bones curving down around the rest of herself so she could hide.
They looked on at the almost new born girl with sympathy,
Her eyes of green water shook at them before hiding away under her hair--not a woman, just a child.

The Fantasy - Part Three

One of the younger men made his way steadily against the current,
Heavily she yanked away like the snake they all knew her to be.
The skin that draped the girl’s bones became infested with black smoke,
Churning against his fingers like angry wasps and he was busting the nest.
The man jolted back steps by steps as he stared at the broken girl,
Hissing like an overheated steaming tea pot through her teeth.
He smiled and looped his arms around the waist of her frame,
Though she fought he wouldn't let go, breathing against her cheek.

Though they didn't know each other fire blastered between them,
His hands cupped her fighting body as she glared with tears.
Black oozed out of her tearducts but he brushed it all away,
He talked softly and slowly with thick curls falling in his face.
"Please, leave me alone, don't touch me" she clips her voice with sneer,
"But I cannot, not now or ever" at that she cries and he smiles.
"Why?" the world clouded with red and pink like petals of flowers,
And he smiled with love, "I love you".

Words she hadn't heard ever,
Words a soldier would never think to speak,
Words that mean the world.