SHACKLED
lina j. hirthe
Before a whimsy forest
A woman stands alone.
Her hair runs like a river,
Her hands are bound to stone.
A longing in her eyes,
Like weeping stars they shine.
The harder that she pulls,
The thicker grows the vine.
Though she cries alone,
Her fear of nothing grows.
For the gods who bound her here,
Will come to take her glow
She knows she cannot go,
Further than the stone,
But longing makes her stay,
Beyond the forest’s growth.
As time takes her beauty,
She cannot seem to move.
For she is still bound,
Forever to the stone.
A century passes by,
Before they find her bones.
Still shackled to the stone,
Her corpse’s anguish grows.
They feel it in their soul,
The woman’s wish for green,
They carry her home,
Just to never again be seen.
I am a young writer and passionate reader who enjoys strange hobbies like Knife throwing, Archery and Poledance. Though I am mainly a writer, I create art in many forms including through music, traditional painting and my own appearance. I find my inspiration in my emotions and those described by my loved ones. I dislike spiders and xenophobia, which in my opinion causes hate within humanity. I dream of being a full time writer and to be remembered as such. My favorite colors are a darkish red and black which reflects my personality pretty well. My favorite author is RuNyx and I find myself wishing to bring characters to life like she does.