Cocoon of the Heart

By Jerry Huang

Up in the sky, among bright stars

I ask you, what do you think of those below the cloud’s scars?

You tell me, they live on the brink:

“To live amongst disaster and plague would bring inevitable conflict. I would rather they be unmade for a better world to depict.”

Your doubts and sacrilegious thoughts made me wary of what you would do. But it was no surprise when I heard you fought against them for another bloody crusade too.

It was but a matter of time when you fell below the clouds, below the scar.

As for your fate, I couldn’t tell, but I watched it play out from afar.

Goodbye, myfriend.

When I found your cocoon, it was too late. Plague and misery struck your heart, Your metamorphosis, was it fate?

I ponder as I stroke my harp.

I gently whisper into your soul, Do you remember? When you’ve fallen, lost sight of who you were and lost control?

Oh, what a pity to see how you acted back then.

But even more of a pity to see you now.

Your twitching self, your bloody body, your sobbing half, your broken hand. You rose from your cocoon to face me.

Reaching out, for justice, for it to end.

With a smile, I laid you to rest. You have done your best.

Now you can sleep, and let me weep.

Farewell, myfriend.