Blog Poetry Blowout, Day 1

Sacrosanct Prophecy of the First Grader

[Note: I legitimately hate the second stanza]

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Dying on a blacktop
Hearing savage laughs and demon girls play
As she stands alone, her shadow a sister as silent as her
Rejected, dejected, wondering when she slipped into Hell
And kicking a stone until it pierces the stars
Jump rope would liberate, yet solitaire starves
A lone wolf chased off by her pack
A lion stolen of all her pride
Her lungs can’t breathe ‘til they laugh again
And a blanket of amity could warm all the world
Yet her shoulders freeze in the August breeze
Her faith vanishes with the cross she flings
Soaring to stab the sardonic sun
‘Till it falls to her feet and the gold snaps in two
And now she knows

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Now she knows what no one knows
How the rest can’t compare to the dirt in her tears
How their fun rots their soul and eats them alive
Their laze dooms them, their malice entombs them
For life is too bleak to befriend the weak
Their sins are a trumpet, resounding through all air man breathes
Calling all misfortune and agony to climb off its hooves
To strike those who frolic, lay waste to the careless
And leave those who toil to take up their throne
Fun and success can’t both be, like day and night
And she’d rather fly with the owls than drown in the light
It shan’t be long ‘til she’s hailed as their queen
Once the earth spins to a point where justice can breathe
And the slothful perish, the lonely are crowned lords
And the age of kings shall-

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…what’s this?

Their forked tongues turn to her, jump rope in hand
Beckon her over and gesture a wave
…Maybe she’ll give them a chance, just this once
See what it’s like, walk a mile in their hooves
And maybe stick around, if they’re not what she thought