A hundred weights on her shoulders and she couldn’t move.
Her body turned to stone, a spirit gone.
twinkling starlight,
rained from above,
They were accustomed to outlast her;
mocking her in every breath,
watched from aloft.
The eerie dark, streaks towards her;
nameless, wonders, seeking, wanting, believing.
Never moving for they have gone to stone,
like the spirit they have outlasted.
She walked and dances no more.
She looked like a king,
built like a god,
She is a queen,
and all loved her,
a thousand strong.
Yet fire and brimstone, down they went.
Rebellious and turned,
all they needed and wanted, could not save them.
Out cried the abandon and the void;
Upon them descended, beckoning and calling
the reckless and the hateful, they are accused,
they shall fall forgotten,
beyond snow caped peaks.
beyond the horizon, touching over the sky.
They followed and followed,
the trails went cold
the emerald leaves fell to earth
the great beyond beckoned and called-
over carcasses decrepit and eerie,
over vast structures with no end,
over little shelter from rain and snow,
spectacular views with little ways down;
the earth calls beyond.
they followed and followed their hearts forever silent,
Breath forever displaced, gone among the lost
they followed that which should lead them astray-
the cawing birds, like thunder and theater,
and the mountain wisps, leading in perfect circles;
They don’t see-
be still as the light- color that flies,
fleeing from glinting metal.
They walked the tight ropes and
their heart crawled out of their body,
leaving a trail, bloody as it might be-
their crystal balls are still cloudy.
But they looked into the past
To the story about you-
which is the death you create,
They learn too late.
For they saw to early the birds flocked-
to long illusions of cackling power,
they feared, they wronged the crows,
Did they think they would win?
Did they think they would get away?
They long and long to meet their kin-
to know icy bones and dead finery-
to see to hear to feel,
Just once more, they know
that they look down to see one who fell
Astray from concealing shadows and thundering birds
They saw one who may just be better than all this-
gesturing greatness filled with volume
and beacons in the sky that never leave
the world filled with a dying laughter-
a stolen breath that they could feel
could know in their bones,
The world filled with desperation and salvation saw the end is nigh,
for the wreathed crown swallowed them whole
and never left.
Dodging footsteps,
calling out to you,
here you are-
and here you belong
filled with folly and a part of the dawn
With the scales and comets-
with tails like mermaids flowing through the darkness.
The feel apart of stars who are just angels,
With burning souls
O mortal, O son of man,
don’t look at them to long.
For they don’t quite care.
As they colour an illusion, the lights a trickery
nothing is as bright as the sky is scorching-
Blink, and you’ll miss the nights
With its dying sunsets in the glowing dawn,
The dawn that set and rose upon another
Those that needed a new victory,
crowned with honey and roses
with hidden thorns the righteous bleed
and the horns blow and bellow their defeat,
bear their arms so they may see-
the beauty in your bloody armoury.
That fails in desert winds of howling danger
Dying upon red filled ground, rent with blows
They seek to fill you
With a keen sense of storms, so
you will know, a turning when you see it
See the ocean that drank their blood gladly
hungering for more, for the fools upon her seas
Dipping their hands in,
it came back with fell deeds-
An ocean of blood, dying with the poison of tears.
They cupped with dark hands and drank for salvation,
For they could not see the rose and the blade,
all honey and need,
daring and dealing-
with glinting teeth
and forward brightness
rosey poison mixed with
spilled beauty, mistaken for fallen
upturned earth and swirling skirts
what they needed, you see, was
The tortured graves of the fallen-
and the bloody grins of the victorious.
A reflection off the blood moon, told them they had it, for you see,
joyous and in strife,
the hope of the lost rested upon slim shoulders,
and for once the steel of ancestors,
shone through,
“here is one,” they thought,
“here is one they could follow.”
For she bowed to no one.
Not yet was it to be, for hope burned bright
and was stolen in the night,
in a tale for a need for a deal,
they saw through the night
and didn’t despair,
-for they were born into this birthright.
A birthright of balance, and order
all fiery and gold-
not always this way,
but there was something to share,
a hope that was not lost-
merely stolen and nearly returned.
They called for it to be soon, for you see,
it forgave, never forgetting.
The graveyard made of night
The stars burned bright inside,
And the angels, ever vigilant, turned to the mocking moon
that was sunny and bright with stolen fright,
they saw the return of one that would help,
someone to Tell The Tale Of Gods.
For once more it was heard
Among the wolves and foxes
who bayed and howled, they called and
The night seemed long, not a sound was swallowed.
And down fell the stars, void of wings
To kill, to slay, they wanted blood and marrow
but to their deaths they fall
down upon the summit of every shadow,
They see, the breaking of the sun-
as the goddess of the moon
looked upon all.
And called for benevolence
As she saw her time and,
hailed a long gone faith seeing to
A girl, vigilant as stone, a spirit for all
Dancing and wandering,
built like a God
She is a queen.