In the restless sky,
Between clouds and sun,
Was given birth to the Rhyme;
But Rythm, besides,
Has come from the Earth,
From within the subsoil;
He was born in the foss,
In geysers was boiled.
He was covered in blood,
In the water of rains,
And got blessed from above
With insidious grin...
The Creator had asked,
If he would be so kind
Simply tO do a masked
And an Implicit crime.
Rythm didn't have clue
What a "crime" word could mean,
He got to avenue
Of Heaven itself.
So he picked up a grass
Blade that was meant for him,
Lost his honor at once,
Name of Generous Rythm.
He came to the Rhyme
With threats on his own,
No one knew he was blind,
No one will ever know...
He directed his sword
To her, and in the air
He heard some words
Of her plaintive wail:
"I was born to be kind,
To help people in need,
But you killed me with grime
On your unrythmed feet,
But I know one more thing:
It all wasn't in vain!
Someone new can be born ,
Cause of mY mortal pain!"
And just as she has said,
A new star has appeared,
It was shining so bright,
You could basically hear it!
And a name that it took
Was Verlibre indeed;
No one knew how it looked,
Because Rythm concealed
All the the truth and the pain
That Rhyme once had lost,
She'd be grateful for him
Not to tell them at first:
It was her, sacrificed
Who her being and shape,
It was her who had gotten
Her last nervous wreck
Just for star to be born
In the restless of skies,
It's the biggest of honors
That she'd ever got...
09.08.2022