On The Nature Of Creation

The goddess woke with hungry eyes

Her sights set upon a lust for life

And so the breath of life was set upon

The innocence of youth and cries

From the earth she came to witness

The birth of love, greed, and lies

And she cursed it to roam the wilderness

With regretful, yet tender eyes

That child of sin yet remains

Short of perfect, still the goddess’ ray

She watches their ploys from afar

How they kill, steal, and betray

Impatient, selfish, indulgent creatures

Yet beloved, she cried and cried

Save the innocent, she implored

as they pillaged, never satisfied

A thankless child, he asks for more

Ever-blinded by his own desires

Now a vengeance stirs within her

She sends them rage, fury, and fire

As she feels her own self burn

That child of greed still ignores

He dances round the fire

In celebration of her to bring more

For scorched earths bring forth rain

And they marvel at its beauty

And sing her praise of good fortune

And bring harvest from their cruelty

As she longs for their return

To that harmonious unity

She’s caressed by the unseen

A lonely heart, a penchant for lunacy

Showered and adorned she sits

With stories from a star-lit night

And understands her creation

That without dark, there is no light