Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of disdain...
I clutched the giblets of her broken body
Like an empty doll with puppet strings.
I wanted to believe that it was a dream
But the pain of blood, it stings...
I can't recall the number of screams
Nor the number of times I cried...
But I know that I lost a piece of me
A gentle part that died.
There is no mercy left in me
No pity in this frame.
For those who took my sister away;
I shall make them play a game...
We'll wager our lives as betting chips
And they have until the light of dawn.
To escape the fate of obliteration;
As I sing my soulless song...
"Edea my dearest sister, I will see you soon in the spirit's embrace..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th April 2012