A daughter of the gods
Long fallen asleep
In the arms of her betrothed
Who promised her wealth
She’s all eyes and ears
But as beautiful as a beast
From her feet grow stems of mystery
That no blind seer could ever read
She’s the offspring of the mind
The believer in the bonds
That tie the body to the brain
And remind a hunter that he’s a prey
Whenever his spear sleeps
She’s the mystic mistress of creativity
A creature of both man and God
Dedicated to willing weaklings
Who shall fall for her dreary sight
As if fear raises even the lifeless
Or the sick find a need for hunger
She is that earnest disturber
Whose panicking presence is peaceful
She is that owl whose dirge is an ode.


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