The Lechuza’s Aria
An endless lullaby.
Una vieja bruja.
That’s what they call me -
An ugly old Witch.
Lechuza.
Woman by day,
owl by night.
Flying around
the three o’clock hour.
Una mujer fea .
That’s how they see me -
A disgraceful dark Woman .
Hechicera .
But they know nothing .
The puritanical ,
holier than thou ,
sinners hiding behind
ministerial clothing.
Hipócritas .
Waving around their crosses ,
though it’s the devil that
possesses their truth.
Mentirosos.
But they refuse to know -
Pájaro...
Negro...
Hermoso...
What they refuse to see -
Beautiful...
Magic...
Bird ...
Glossy black feathers ,
darker than a moonless night ,
eyes large and round ,
fiery embers to see
through distorted souls .
Mi
canción
encantador.
The guilty fall victim to me ,
soothed to a trance by my
alluring ,
imprisoning ,
lullaby.
Una sirena .
Then they sing back in
a screech,
howl,
the faintest whistle.
Like fools,
they think themselves invincible,
with mockery as their shield.
So I carry them off
with strong,
golden talons .
Deep into night
to face the
gnarled wickedness
that hides within the human soul.
And here they shall stay,
forever singing
my endless lullaby,
joined by others that fell
for the lechuza's cry.
About the Creator
Stephanie Maldonado
An empathic over-thinker transforming everyday peculiarities into stories and music.
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