KHAYAAL

  GREEN GRASS: EVE A girl born in light Brought up in meadows Hardly a care Of the world around Lovingly named Eve Apple of the Eye Her smile so bright  The Sun would shy Nothing was lacking At her little estate Feast tables grand Delicacies of all names Amiss in this fairytale Awry was her heart Filled with curiosity  Of the world dark 13 and she snuck  Away to places dim Perilous one such was A brothel called Ning There she’d seen once A girl so swift In thievery and ruckus As none could guess Infatuated to the brim Followed Ning around did Eve Sometimes tempestuous She sometimes felt glee She longed to forsake The trimmed bouquet of her life And be like this girl Flowering with thorny sides What comes, dear reader When you decide To live alternately Through another’s eyes?  GREEN GRASS: NING A girl born in darkness Of sinful shadows Hardly a care From the world around Given no name She christened herself A’Ning after the brothel She was bred in Living among...

G old-leaved, garnet-studded was the dagger Upon wielding high and low, it wouldn't stagger Playing mind-games with her victims, used she The vicious weapon for an eternity. Far and wide the stories went travelling through lands of greedy men yearning for wishes mighty cruel of the Lady with a dagger on her belt. Never giving a thought to morality and law solely following the ringing of the knife for once it was near a culprit, a prey the dagger would longingly spring to life One day however, on another path To complete her task, to the dagger she asked “What is my purpose on this way, if not but to end existence gay?” The dagger, having accompanied her bosom to places far and wide, with heavy confusion asked her if she wasn't content, “Are you replicating the greed of men?” Taken aback a little, she questioned the case Was she looking for a shinier Grace of Fortune? To befall her existence as she knew After a while, a heavy breath she drew! It seemed quite empty and bland to c...