As the day bleeds into nightfall and the moon starts to shine
A woman sits by the creek in a forest full of pines
Surrounded by the ravenous wolves yearning for her flesh
She stares at the beast who keeps her chained for the pack
Hoping that one day she would take back her dignity
She offers herself every night to the monsters who sold their morality
When the night is dark and the wolves all asleep
She looks down in the water and laughs at her grief
Wondering how the beauty turned out to be her enemy
Almost as if it was the curse of Persephonie
As in the box of Pandora, there's one thing that forever lives
Hidden deep inside her box-like heart is the hope to change her destiny
Clinging to this hidden gem, she can still endure countless miseries
But how beautiful the world is outside, she keeps having reveries
And as long as she lives, she will hold on
To the dreams of her past that still keep her strong
And on a stormy night when the wolves are dire
She would wear the thunder and burn them with her fire
Rising up from the ground, she would break the chains of affliction
Fulfilling her every dream is still her undying conviction
- Anirudh Bhardwaj
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