The Memories Unbidden Poem by Lesa MRK

Stunted sunlight through the colored glass-
A bit of red-stained cloth lying on the grass.
Two children kept prisoner by the evil one-
Tearful faces shrouded, never to see the sun.
Their mother lying lifeless, her blood upon the stone-
Their father's hands stained with the truth of what he'd done.

The girl-child escapes to another kind of hell,
The boy made a man when his father fell.
A darkened hallway hides the glittering of a jewel,
A gardened of roses, near a red-bricked school.
A magnificent white stallion, carrying a lover of blond-
A cobblestone path, leading to shimmering pond.
An ivory-stone tower, white curtains on an all-white bed-
A crumpled-bodied victim, two hands stained with red.

A child born of no face, a lost medallion of gold-
Buried in an unmarked casket, in a mausoleum of mold.
I see the memories, faded visions in my mind.
Calling me close once more, to a world left long behind.

The girl becomes a woman, before ever a child she was-
She carries out the motions of the past in all that she does.
Upon the golden-skinned back, lies the evidence of the scar-
A bold reminder to her lover of his forsaken star.
A mind clouded with visions of a rider in the sun,
Always leaving, never coming,
Always ending before it has begun.

A dream of silk and lace, gathered on a cold, stone floor,
A crystal tear has fallen, behind a blackened door.
All that remains is a vision - Hands letting go of a letter of white,
It falls, drifting downward-
Becomes glass slithers, its pieces shining bright.

No more sunlight filtered through a color glass,
The memories now departing, no questions left to ask.
Only fragments remaining, clouding over the mind.
A new life to be embraced, an old one left behind.