Thursday, September 21, 2006

She looks down below
at the stars,
pulsing sleepily with little bursts of light
white showers upon black silk.

She sweeps her ethereal hair back,
wanders across the night sky
on bare feet,
If she wanted to, she could walk forever,
her reign is limitless;
she walks on the carpet of eternity,
rules the numerous councils of ancient stars and moons,
guardians of mortals inhabiting the earth
spinners of thread weaving the fabric of the universe
They worship her,
Goddess
Queen
Ruler.

It is not long before the loneliness creeps in
Darkening the shadows
Chilling the emptiness
She no longer wants the cold silence
the echoing darkness,
Once her scepters of power,
now they are no more but
weapons which pierce the heart,
sharp icicles that freeze the
blood flowing through the veins,
evaporating the warmth,
till what's left is a frozen puff of air
upon a single pane of glass.

She discards her majestic robe
flees through the night sky
on bare feet,
feet that can now bleed
when pricked,
but whither can she find the fire,
flames that will melt the ice
thorns that will draw blood
a hungry passion that will swallow the darkness
Worship that consumes.

She knows not when and where
her pursuits will end
but it matters not,
After all,
she is running on a carpet of eternity.