Enchanted Gracia by Khadijah Isap Lyrics
They named her Gracia, a sinewy, yet elegant beauty which lived in the depths of their luscious forest. She was as her name portrayed her, a graceful attire of silver coverings with crimson gold adornments. In her lay their pride and happiness and they adored watching her bloom. They showered her with gifts, a way to display how grateful they were for all she had compassed, never was she ever alone for her guests were always there to glorify her divinity. Yet, not once had she ever complained of the lack of privacy, but rather she humbly accepted their kindness and allowed them to enter her home with open arms.
She was what you would call a Goddess.
But all that was once fine soon turned around when she first betrayed their trust. Her lack of honesty caused her to be shunned by those that worshipped her and those who used to adorn her with gifts would preferably pelt her with jagged rocks. She used to hold the title as their omnipotent protector, however, they were enraged with the doom she surpassed along with the shedding of her leaves, the shedding of the humility she once held.
With each dropping of a leaf, a Demon was reborn and soon enough she had built a tyrant army, a threatening danger to those she was meant to do justice to.
The Demons she caused to recreate, destroyed their verdant home and killed off their innocence, proof of their satanic, claustrophobic anger of being locked away all these years in an embodiment of darkness.
A place they belong. A place they can be sent back to.
Only by one who was born as the epitome of the vilest and purest, the descendant of the Demon Lord himself and the fairest faerie, named Adonis, a dreamer also known as the faerie people's princess. How both were to meet and succumb to the consequences was clearly an unknown commodity, and yet all was left undisclosed as to where they were now, leaving no trace, the only sound that could be heard were those that of a single baby, his hysterical heartbreaking cries, crying for the loss of his parents, the loss of innocence and the loss of hope altogether.
Yet, he did not know that he was their hope, 'the one' to change their deplorable fate. And as he grew, as did the undeniable viciousness that he held inside of him, but there was his unique kindness that he held onto and his rugged good looks, of course. At times, it was hard for the people of Risteria to accept his iniquitous off-putting behaviour, but they were good people and understood his inability to control himself and his actions.
He was as you would think of a handsome young man, corn-blonde hair that reached up to his nape, curling at the ends, dominating brown eyes and a sharp jawline, half the reasons as to why most of the women fell in love with him. And though he had many to choose from, he was waiting for the one who would 'cause his heart to quench', just as it had said in the letter that his parents had left him.
Now we must pray that Gracia, one day will be rebound as the beautiful refinement, the artistry of peace and happy endings. That 'the one' will someday return all that was lost to the Faerie Kingdom and he soon will find his truly beloved.
And as I look back at the everlasting beauty, I question myself and wonder amidst all this destruction as to what Gracia, a tall enchanted tree, could even do to help with what she had started.
She was what you would call a Goddess.
But all that was once fine soon turned around when she first betrayed their trust. Her lack of honesty caused her to be shunned by those that worshipped her and those who used to adorn her with gifts would preferably pelt her with jagged rocks. She used to hold the title as their omnipotent protector, however, they were enraged with the doom she surpassed along with the shedding of her leaves, the shedding of the humility she once held.
With each dropping of a leaf, a Demon was reborn and soon enough she had built a tyrant army, a threatening danger to those she was meant to do justice to.
The Demons she caused to recreate, destroyed their verdant home and killed off their innocence, proof of their satanic, claustrophobic anger of being locked away all these years in an embodiment of darkness.
A place they belong. A place they can be sent back to.
Only by one who was born as the epitome of the vilest and purest, the descendant of the Demon Lord himself and the fairest faerie, named Adonis, a dreamer also known as the faerie people's princess. How both were to meet and succumb to the consequences was clearly an unknown commodity, and yet all was left undisclosed as to where they were now, leaving no trace, the only sound that could be heard were those that of a single baby, his hysterical heartbreaking cries, crying for the loss of his parents, the loss of innocence and the loss of hope altogether.
Yet, he did not know that he was their hope, 'the one' to change their deplorable fate. And as he grew, as did the undeniable viciousness that he held inside of him, but there was his unique kindness that he held onto and his rugged good looks, of course. At times, it was hard for the people of Risteria to accept his iniquitous off-putting behaviour, but they were good people and understood his inability to control himself and his actions.
He was as you would think of a handsome young man, corn-blonde hair that reached up to his nape, curling at the ends, dominating brown eyes and a sharp jawline, half the reasons as to why most of the women fell in love with him. And though he had many to choose from, he was waiting for the one who would 'cause his heart to quench', just as it had said in the letter that his parents had left him.
Now we must pray that Gracia, one day will be rebound as the beautiful refinement, the artistry of peace and happy endings. That 'the one' will someday return all that was lost to the Faerie Kingdom and he soon will find his truly beloved.
And as I look back at the everlasting beauty, I question myself and wonder amidst all this destruction as to what Gracia, a tall enchanted tree, could even do to help with what she had started.