Fallen from grace
Not once or twice
But a thousand times
And as for as long as
Time reminds.

Fallen since birth,
From higher than the heavens
To deeper than hell's ground,
Fallen from grace and solitude
To derision and hatred
Beyond relief.

The shattered peony,
Mocked and ridiculed,
From hub of prostitution
To the walls of Qinghe too ,
And back to the Clan of Jin.

The peony's heavenly colours
Defiled, from mock,ridicule
And unforseen hatred within,
And not even once had anyone tried
Picking the flower back in.

So how was the graceful fallen peony
Supposed to put a nicer face
When not one but all
Denied his existence?

So how in the name of
Martial gods, was the trampled peony
Supposed to not stand up
And stab a back which
Ridicule him nonetheless?

When sheltered in arms of Qinghe
Only two of his good will remained
And all other beyond grievances
Mocked the kindness
To burn and
Let the flames of
Hatred reborn.

When sheltered in wars
The peony was trampled,
Bloodied and dirtied,
He still bowed then
In hopes, and in belief
That one day
His forgotten clan
May keep him in.
He hoped for the name
And reassurance,
He believed Chifeng Zun,
Whose vital kindness
Shielded him for so long....

But destiny never favoured
A tampered soul,
Who was never shown love
Except from his mother,
No one told him
His kindness may not be paid,
With equal reverence,
No one taught him how
To face the cruel slaps
With mind full of wordless scars,
In time of need
No soul was found to
Pick him up,
No one came to tell him
Everything shall be alright.
There was none who came
To heal his wounds.
No one told him
How to smile through pains
Undescribed,
Who to trust and whom to not,
Who to look out for
And how to do so
No one came to love
The fallen , dirtied peony.
No one told him
How to pace the fire within,
No one showed him kindness
When he needed them most.
No one told him,
Which was right
And what was wrong.
How to cope
With agony within,
How to see through
The lies and masks broken.

If only one came along before
All gone,
Maybe just maybe
His soul would
Have been saved
Of tortures and nightmares
Of eras gone.

All but tortured,
Bullied and cursed his soul,
For a mistake over
Which He had no control.

Was it his fault to have
Been born of a woman,
They hated so and then
Discarded upon his arrival on here.

No it was never
His fault,to not acknowledge
One's own birth.

Ah, how the peony had wished
He hadn't had to go
So far as he did.

Ah, how he had wished
To see his own light bearer
A time before,
Than all this.
Before his heart,
Body and mind consumed
Poison of revenge.

To all the world,
The younger of twin jade
Shall be the light bearer,
But if the fallen peony was honest
For once,
The one who had carried the light
To him
Was none other than
The elder of the Jade twins.

Ah,tell the peony
Which heinous crime,
Which deed so unfortunate,
He hadn't done
With his hands buried inside
Coffin made of stones.

For the want of revenge,
He had all but destroyed
Not one,not two,
But all the worlds cultivation.

But never in this lifetime
Had the fallen peony
Made a mistake so grave,
To sully his light bearer's
Arms.

If only, fate had led the elder Jade
To him before the calamity fell,
If only he had been shown
The kindness,the love,
Before the peony fall,
If only his Er Ge had been
Someone he had known,
Before his misery begin,
If only all his ifs
Weren't all ifs,
But some yes too
He may have been
Brought back to light,
Forlorn era ago.

But now only dust
Of his deeds and words remain,
As his heart finally met
It's fate with ShuoYue
Pierced deep within.

The psalm of fallen peony
Thus came to it's
Own fallen end,
Inside where it all began.

The fallen peony,
Now rested with
Grievances passed over
To once whom he called
His Er Ge,
For no one other than
His light bearer, remembered to
Call his name.....

A-Yao, remained only in
Now, His Er Ge's fated name.....

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