Pyra Daughter

Families wilted, dried away, there are two skies in which you stare.
The one which knows the motions, the other which disappears.
Ladders you know well, They reside above your grips
She's a maze within her mind, A journey of endless trips.
Past the childhood, that place of Eden you know by heart.
It casts a shadow from then up to when mayhem was introduced.

We search for a fraction, something familiar to identify
Many of us take what we can get with no pause to ask why
The lives taught and values given are recited through face value
But if the face is a facade should we continue the golden fraud?
Shaken out of that dream state, that youth before the flood
to the shards of the malicious scratching toward your body
in a history of distortion, Could you believe such an occurrence
Where the Goddess was condemned into the image of something worthless
She bleeds, she sheds in a line stricken with fire
where intelligence and grace is subsided by desire.
The paint trails of battle roads extend upon her skin
wasted off by the fragments, when it floods can she swim?
The middle of the Pyra, daughter of shadow and of sight
Connection to recollection, the dreams fed through the night.