Hemorrhagic Chronicles: The Harsh Reality of Fairy Tales

Some fairy tales are written in blood,
Not the saccharine sweetness of make-believe,
But the harsh reality of life's cruel slings,
And arrows, that pierce the flesh, leaving scars
That time cannot erase, wounds that ache
And throb, a reminder of a darker past.

In the annals of history, stories are cast,
Chronicles of human nature, stained with blood,
Tales of love and loss, joy and ache,
Revealing truths beyond mere make-believe,
Confronting us with our own scars,
Forcing us to face life's harsh slings.

The first tale, a story of slings,
Of a boy who rose above his caste,
With a heart full of courage, but also scars,
He fought battles, spilled his enemies' blood,
Became a legend, a hero not of make-believe,
But of flesh and bone, of victory and ache.

But tales of glory often come with an ache,
For power and fame come with their own slings,
And the pursuit of greatness can make us believe
That sacrifices are worth it, that scars
Are but badges of honor, smeared with blood,
Proof of our resilience, our spirit unsurpassed.

The second tale, a saga of a love unsurpassed,
Of a union that brought both joy and ache,
Two souls entwined, hearts spilled with blood,
But fate had other plans, and with its slings
And arrows, it tore them apart, left scars
That never healed, a wound that won't believe.

Yet some wounds can teach us to believe,
That love transcends all barriers, unsurpassed,
And in the face of adversity, scars
Can become a testimony to the ache,
A reminder of the strength that slings
And arrows cannot break, a story of blood.

The third tale, a fable of spilled blood,
Of a kingdom torn apart by greed, a belief
In power and wealth, wielded like slings,
Causing suffering and pain unsurpassed,
For those who dared to question, the ache
Of oppression, the stinging scars.

And so, the stories of life's scars,
Of blood spilled, and wounds that ache,
Remind us of the complexity of belief,
That fairy tales are not all make-believe,
But can hold truths unsurpassed,
For they are written in life's blood and slings.

Some fairy tales are written in blood and scars,
Not mere make-believe, but stories unsurpassed,
Reminding us of life's ache, and the power of belief.

In the end, we are all just a collection of scars,
Of stories written in our own life's blood,
Our beliefs shaped by our experiences unsurpassed,
Our hearts bearing the ache of life's slings,
But still, we hold onto hope, refusing to believe
That our tales are nothing but make-believe.

For fairy tales, at their core, are not just make-believe,
But a reflection of our own journey, our own scars,
Of the battles we fight, the sacrifices we believe
Are worth it, the moments that spill our blood,
And leave us with wounds that ache,
But also with memories and experiences unsurpassed.

So let us embrace the fairy tales written in blood,
The stories that hold truths unsurpassed,
For they remind us of the power of belief,
And the strength that can be found in our scars.

Let us face life's slings and arrows with courage and grace,
And embrace the ache that comes with living in this place,
For in the end, it is our own tales that we will leave.















The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

So, don't hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.

Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you