A Minstrels Tale

[Considerate_]

~ Chains wrought of iron or adamantine ~
~ I could’ve worn with my customary smile ~
~ But pitiful indeed when compared ~
~ to those forged of hate and despair ~

~ A cage forged of steel to keep me within ~
~ would’ve been like a second layer of skin ~
~ But these bars of fears, hold my soul ~
~ and threatens to consume me whole ~

~ And now I must suffer the consequences of my toil ~
~ every day hoping I might flee this mortal coil ~
~ But at the end, I know I must go the extra mile ~
~ put up my façade and wear a feigned smile ~

[Considerate_]

~I feel I travel a perilous road ~
~and sometimes I must walk alone ~
~as I try to shoulder my load ~
~we all have something to atone ~

~There's a rot that spreads within ~
~and in my heart I know ~
~that there it's always been ~
~and there it will grow ~

[Considerate_]

~My friends rescued me from the depths of Hell ~
~but there's this thing that I can never tell ~
~When they brought me back, this wreck ~
~they didn't see the noose around my neck ~

~my soul is damned if I speak, or even try ~
~but if I stay silent my heart will wither and die ~
~Now I wonder, if I were even meant to be ~
~or I should just jump and end my misery ~

[Considerate_]

~ I know why the Caged Bird sings ~
~ locked behind bars of fear ~
~ because of her clipped wings ~
~ She can never fly, it’s clear ~

~ She never dares to claim the sky ~
~ locked within a cage of her own making ~
~ just knowing the world passes her by ~
~ leaving her feathers quaking ~

~ I know why the Caged Bird Sings ~
~ of freedom, with a fearful trill ~
~ because she’ll never take wing ~
~ gazing longingly on the distant hill ~

[Considerate_]

~ Dawns blush, revealing the rosy sky so red ~
~to a chorus of avian melody and song ~
~life stirs in natures moss-covered bed ~
~to start anew a cycle to which we all belong ~

~Mother Nature's tapestry and vibrant flora ~
~covers the floor, and spreads enticing scents ~
~resplendent colours, intermingling into an aura ~
~the perfect nestle for sidhe, elves, and treants ~

~The radiance splendour of each day become ~
~with the humming sound of beating wings ~
~Soaring through the air, the ultimate freedom ~
~each one our own destiny's, queen or king ~