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Fall From Grace/ The Awakening
Fall From Grace
Atop her gleaming pedastel
Looking down upon her followers
From her golden perch
Sits the revered
She knows she is not what they see
They see a champion, a warrior
A certainty, someone whom
Upon her thrown of wisdom
Cannot falter
They see her beauty and her virtues
Yet they see nothing of her faults
All of which she displays deliberatly day after day
But their illusion is so great
That they are either overlooked or worshiped
She knows they need her
They need the immovable certainty
Thats seems cemented into her very skin
So she denies her quest for knowledge, for understanding
Because to falter now
Would bring about their hatred
The more they love her and gaze upon her, perfection in their eyes
The more horrendous the end will be
To show her weakness would be to condemn
Not just herself but those who love her
What is happiness and individuality when the whole
Stands over an endless abyss
She made her decision long ago
That her own desires and goals
Had to be sacrificed, She had to be sacrificed
To the greater whole
Teaching works by example
To the pupil the teacher has to be unfailingly correct
But once in a moment of sheer agony and want
She slipped
From her ever taller tower
From its growingly perilous ledge
Wanting to fly, to expand, to be more
But she hadn't stretched her wings
And so they were weak and met the unbending will of gravity
With a sad attempt at defense she scrambled back towards safety
A safety she could not reach
Because her tower had grown without her
And the people see only its peak piercing the clouds
Mistaking her thrown for her
And her journey back to Earth though short
Brings about the knowledge she has always coveted
Now our champion lies defeated
By her own hand
With a smile on her face
And wings that could face the wrath of god
The Awakening
Flocking around the crippled form of their fallen god
The people, in expected anger
See only now the faults
Her legs have been mangled by the fall
Her hair isn't the pure blonde they had seen from below
Nor her eyes as dark or light as they imagined
And she is not a giant, not seven feet tall
Not carved from Ivory or Steele
She is nowhere near what they remembered
Before they had started her ascent
Nevermind the smile, so true, so perfect
They see that it shines from lips as pink as their own
Not the natural ruby they'd envisioned
They are blind to the massive wings
As white as freashly fallen snow
And tough enough to brave the fall to Earth
Only her once perfect legs
Now absurdly angled, catch their vision
Their god and everything they stood for was a lie
And that is the only certainty she, once beloved, now provokes
They turn on her, on each other, on themselves
Their very being has been stolen, now what is left
The once bright world of the people has darkened
The sun has been blocked out
By the towering pedastel
Now unchecked in its size, unguarded
And unworthy of its place
In its shadow cower the embittered masses
And the goddess champion awakes
Into a tomb of darkness
Made by her prison home
No longer feeling the warmth of the sun upon her face
She see's those who once loved her
And those whom she has always loved
Fighting each other, killing and dying
Retreating from all and huddling at the base of her tower
For protection, mercy or death
She see's the pain, the confusion, the chaos
And she knows they need her
She has passed her test
And gained the insight she desired
She arose from the sullen Earth
The power of her new wings astounding her
And she saw the imprint she left behind
In the otherwise unmarred soil
And in the imprint she saw not only her flaws as she had before
But the beauty of her fall
As she continued rising
Far above the tumultous battle
She eminated a light that equaled the radience of the sun
And the people below would tell for generations
How the plain beaten girl lying on the ground
Became the goddess they always swore she was
Her lips such a pale pink were the match of a rare red jewel
And her frame so defeated became that worthy of a champoin
Her hair glowed golden, a halo for her determined face
The reality of her more breathtaking then ever their imaginings
Such was her beauty, her grace, her presance
That the fighting ceased immediatly
And she reborn, retook her post.
