For creation awoke in silent surprise
Her eyes, opened wide to see the burnt sky
Dark as night, red as fire in daylight
A forced creation woken up too soon
She is the product of expectation
Optical illusions that cease to last
A collective critical opinion
Dominates the creation awoken too quickly
Be careful, the creator tells us all
Her eyes glare with pain and trepidation
At the lost world she was not ready for
We look away at the evil disguise
As if that would make the creation die
Or disappear, a ghost haunting the way
The monster was beautiful and afraid
In a world of daunting criticism
Who knew not how to love but how to hurt
The forced creation's enduring free will
Not a monster to be tamed as a pet
No, she was to be a pillar of strength
A sign of hope from the creator's hand
Instead, she became a mirror of us
And our unyielding mortal digust
WIth hollow expections of the now
Unable to wait and see what happens
A creation is forced to live and die
To break through time and quiet mistakes
Mortals possess in a hardened heart's escape
Hightened in the shattered glass of mind's eye
Of everyone that breathed or took away
Innocence of wonder in the concave
Of blind souls blistering for truth and light
Dare they know its surpassed in burning
Of judgement without just cause of the right-
Or disgust towards a monster born of night-
Of sharp shattered glass we see in ourselves?
She gazes at us all, the true mother
The earth, the one we try to discover
The eternal monster born out of haste
From mortal tyranny of pain's self hate
Yet she stands in memory formed from fire
The cold withstands from our world in desire
By: Shannon
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