Whispering Wings

Amethyst shades dazzle her mysteriousness

hiding black secrets in vulnerable mellows

though recognized in the forgotten marshes

she's said to possess dark onyx powers.

She smiles at lost passersby in the red valley

aware of the myths bubbling beneath wet soil

and they disappear in unexplored forests

seemingly safer than her uncharted evil mind

every full moon augments her fragrance they say

her Carmen blooms to entrap innocent souls.

A thousand false alarms wrapped in assumptions

for they'd never know she's a scarred magnolia

tattered spirits in frayed rags was all she had

dried oceans of red tears in enclaves of fears

humanity died on a full moon night under heavy breaths

her weakened screams muted with lustful arms

blurred visions of a forced conviction in blood

her faint shrieks died in this swamp of tragedies

till her blood froze beneath slumbering snow.

Her burning spirit simmered mauve mists

slimy seeds sprouted the dirty green marshes

spring bloomed her courage to recollect storms

crushed to sprinkle colors on heavenly topanga

diamonds in her mind shimmer as she laughs 

sending ripples of valor in perturbed oceans

embracing her flaws she sings a folk melody

trances of whispers blended in mellow symphony

legends of red valley float with her flute

a goddess calming oppressed souls to breathe 

they've heard stories of sapphires burning

splashing colors of freedom and kindness

but all they see on drooping moonless nights

her pious caricature coming alive in dark

red petals blooming in layered fog of storms

turning mauve then scarlet glittering ruby

spreading wings from green marshes perfumed flowers

on elevators of courage to save scarred souls

infant butterflies arise in lilac hues of whispering hopes.