I know what my daughter did
last summer… she submitted an entry, a poem/song, through the Inquirer-Young-Writer-Summer-Program.
But, we heard nothing from them about the result of the contest. So, let me
share with you my 14-year old daughter's composition.
Despair
for Me, O Loved Ones
A
song by Jana F. F. Magadia
The protagonist’s note to his mother:
Dear mother, I’m off to a faraway
place
But you needn’t despair for me;
I’ve heard ev’ry man who has come
to this place
Becomes a shadow of peace.
The protagonist’s note to his father:
Dear father, I’m off to a faraway place
But you
needn’t despair;
A loaded gun
for the shield of your son
I shall
wield for this journey.
The protagonist’s note to his wife:
Dear darling wife, the love of my life
You
shan’t cry of me, not morn or night,
But darling,
please, watch over our child
As she ages
with her dreams of dark and wild.
The wife’s letter to the protagonist:
My dear, you’re insane, I suggest you rest,
And yes, I
shan’t cry at dramatic events
Our
daughter is safe from the wildest of dreams
She now plays
with the heaven’s seraphim
A note found in front of the daughter’s gravestone:
Dear child, sleep well, I will be there,
We’ll play
with the angels soon.
We’ll
rejoice in the light of the One who gives light,
The light of
the sun and the moon
The protagonist’s letter to his wife as he arrived
in the said destination:
My dear, I’ve arrived in this wonderful
place.
There I
maiden greeted me.
Her eyes
were dark and yet they sparked.
Darling,
rejoice for me.
I knew you
despised me night and day,
Your eyes
showed bright and angry flames.
Now I’m to
depart from all I loved
To repose in
the mountains and beyond
Go find a
man to bring you peace,
Remove me
from your memories.
Make love to
him and cook him game,
Marry and
forget this shameful pain.
The wife’s letter to the protagonist:
I’ve found a man with a noble name,
And love,
I’ve made love to him!
I’ve
accepted his offer, made sons and a daughter
But by the
act of sin.
I haven’t
been a faithful wife
You
dissatisfied my lust.
I had no
choice but to go off
With the man
I truly love
A letter from the protagonist to his wife after
staying in the said destination for a few days:
Her skin was pink, her hair was fire,
Her lips
showed me lust and desire,
Her breasts
were full and bathed in gold
And when we
kiss, her wings unfold
And there I
felt the love where obsession and death conquers.
She laughed
a pretty laugh when she threw me to the fires
Where I
thought I’d meet our child but our daughter wasn’t there.
Then I was
blinded, not by the light, but by the darkness of hell.
The unfaithful wife’s first husband was found dead
in his study. A pistol was lying on the floor and its muzzle pointed at the
door. When his holed head was lifted from a blood-stained blueprint, it was
said that the sheet had a sketch of an unknown pentagram.
Yes, yes, yes! I know it and I admit it, she is a better writer than me. If you want to read her other works, check out her wattpad account Dreamshard.
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