Poetry from Pain: Brianna da Silva
There are monsters in the woods,
Great and terrible, those beasts;
They seek unsuspecting prey
For their torture and their feasts.
The people have no fear,
They walk in peril, but with pride;
They don’t see the flashing teeth
‘Til they tear into their side.
We are the knights of day,
We do not tolerate this death;
Our swords are sharp with truth
To rob monsters of their breath.
We relieve the people’s pain,
Charging brave into the night;
We ride with strength and fire
To bring prisoners to light.
We’re trained young, in sword and spear,
Undefeated we must be;
We hold fate in our small hands,
We will fight for victory.
One day, amidst a battle
Driving monsters from our land,
I am struck – and I stumble
Struggling, sinking atop sand.
As I steady, scales fall off,
Shocking light invades my sight;
Horror shakes me to the bones
As I look unto the fight.
New truth looms before me:
The prey were never real.
We have fought with covered eyes
And were blinded by our zeal.
A scream catches in my throat
As I shed darkness for red day —
We are the monsters, not knights,
And the monsters are our prey.