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The Demiurge of Destiny
The silence seeps out of the earth and into her bones.
The darkness creeps, it creeps close and into her soul.
She stands still, unyielding but nonetheless alone.
Her strength comes from those who live down below.
Living in an idyllic fantasy, free from any woe.
As she lifts with her petite hand, the shield to palisade,
The mephistophelian misery that obscures their fate.
She receives no recognition, for in history she has never been portrayed.
She adorns no gowns, no ornaments present in her locks that cascade.
Yet, her eyes they hide behind the vizard as she attends the ephemeral masquerade.
To watch her principles, to keep them safe.
The fires burn bright inside the ostentatious room.
Yet, in her veins, the cold blood morbidly looms.
She makes herself unobtrusive to the human eye.
As she stares at the cacodemon, its flesh charred and dry.
They battle fierce and they battle fast.
Each time they clash, one of them nearly falling apart.
Both fought the other trying to outlast.
The hellion sneers and questions her act, it taunts her, it taunts the people behind her back.
'You fight for them? These people there?
Who burnt your home without care?
Who turned the forests dark with despair?
Who'd agonize in the hurt ne'er?'
She inhales closing the apertures of sight,
Her heart in agony, her mind in plight.
Yet, her body stands, it stands to defend,
Staring at the demon she wills to rend.
'It matters not what my heart decides,
It matters not if the rivers run dry.
Gods are gods till the men decide.
And for these men, I shall lay down my life.'
The night dawns as she enters her hearthstone.
Blood trickles from her side as she suppresses a groan.
Shadows that loom chilling her down to the bone.
Fatigued and weary as she looks at the moon that shone.
She fights her battles, she sits on her throne.
She looks after the humans like they're young saplings she had sown.
She looks out to the horizon and into the unknown.
Shield in her hands, protecting on her own.
The Sun again
Whenever I am deprived of hope,
blinded by the daylight run;
are the times I lost my way,
I throw my head back and look at the sun ,
which fills the glitter in my eyes again.
At times dark ,when I used to brood,
with the moon at the edge of the nightfall ;
and hope too far away to be found.
I think of the dawn that's sure to come , with my sun rising up to spread the light around...
(19.5.2020)
The Sun
Days are brutal,
Nights are cold.
I'm about to rest my,
hope ashore .
But one day,
it hit my mind ,
that the Sun never failed to show.
It gave me strength .
I feel the heat again .
Now, I am ready, to bear the pain,
bigger than what, I ever bore .
( 19.5.2020)
✨Athena, my strenght✨