The Fallen, Awaken (Poem-11)

One man's loss is another's gain...

Up and above where we couldn't see

Lay a whole world of opportunity;

When down on the land, we feared the end of time

In pride and glory lived the ones of the skies.

These fair spirits lived simple lives

Lives so fair, they didn't ever die

They ignored us, and ignorance is bliss

And that's how they missed our petty conflicts.

Yet one day, all of this changed

A young and pure spirit glanced down at our pains

She proposed to others to intervene

And help us fix the flaws she'd seen.

The clouds were divided by the saw of opinion

Some chose the spirit, others chose their pride

The others saw us for what our acts were

And chose to let us little sinners die.

The sky erupted in a storm of chaos

And darkened with the essence of negative thought

Due to disagreements, the spirits became us

And so, a violent path, in vain, was sought.

Along with peace, hope was shed that day

Who won the fight? Not one can say;

But as their blood poured down from the skies

The once hopeless humans, now celebrated the rains.

-Armaan Kothare