And today the melodies quietly draw to a close,

locked in an endless silence that nobody comprehends or knows.

Therefore in the ice castle no music shall flow,

no piano keys shall play and no melodies shall grow.

 

Some in their greed tries to flip the attractor,

to cover their own wrongs while using her as the distractor.

Some people are free, but some others are not,

and we hold back the tears that we’ve endlessly fought.

 

And in the distance the ivories sit quietly by,

and wait for the day she can give them a try.

A rose losing petals sits underneath the glass dome,

as a beast sits forever en guard in his home.

 

A costly oppression that no one did see,

as the rose sits in chains in full view and unfree.

Its faustian cost was the game that was played by some men,

then the glass dome was further sealed off by dishonest women.

 

And today the melodies quietly draw to a close,

locked in an endless silence that nobody comprehends or knows.

Therefore in the ice castle no music shall flow,

no piano keys shall play and no melodies shall grow.

 

A Poem by Stephanie D.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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