The shackles of thunderous darkness pierces through my skin deep,
As I wriggle in pain with no escaping hole;
The chains tied so hard as Atlas’s fetters,
Thinking of the dark future the pitch black stone wall holds;
I writhe in pain, and in fear of Destiny’s cataracts of hagness
When will rain pour upon the dry sands and the unseen oasis will turn to a river blue?
Death is not dear to Life it seems and why Birth cancels the beauty,
Tears drying my heart with nothing of me to use
What powers do these iron fringes hold on my body, why am I not strong enough to break myself free ?
Powers of Freedom so hard and terrific, and here all I knew is now —
Time the ultimate, to bring down the harvestful rain to clear the dry dust with valor;
There falls a drop on my cheek, it isn’t a dream !
Truth on the point of Balances that holds the trueness of Nature so clear,
Here is the battling rain: dark and blood;
Stained the walls of dry ground of Ceres ravaged by patriarchal Mars of strength and gore,
Burns those bolts that holds me still, while my throat quenched by the Balances
I feel the water with blood less in the composition,
The Sun shoots it’s arrows of Truth unfolded in the heads;
Oh Great Iris comes with Her Rainbow clothes over that Rainbow Bridge to where I am always free,
Throwing aside the grumbling worms of Dark stereotypes
I sway and run and roll in the colors of the Rainbow Bridge.