Deep Goddess

a poem that i finished for a contest on here.

The first part is not mine. after the line is mine. picture found on google search

 

  

Fear rolled down her face

At what she saw;

At what she did.

Her arms stretched out above

Facing the moon;

Pulling it down,

To hold it in her hands.

How she caressed the night

And peered right through it.

I fell upon my knees

In silent prayer,

But she still caught the sound.

 

 

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Holding my dreams in her eyes,

 

She let death take me,

 

Craddle me,

 

Consume me.

 

I mourn for my soul,

 

turning in the dark.

 

My last glimps of the silvery stars

 

Holds my gaze.

 

I never ment for this.

 

This woman,

 

This deamon,

 

This goddess of the moon:

 

She is now my mother,

 

My lover,

 

My sister,

 

My only companion.

 

I now run in the night.
 

Disgusted at my thoughts

 

Yet scream in delight.

 

I never ment to hold the moon.

Author's Note

remember content not grammer

Reviews

[JudyC]

This deamon,
This goddess of the moon

I like the uncertainty of whether you're dealing with a deamon or a goddess. I can relate to feeling "disgusted with my thoughts yet scream in delight." You convey a beautiful sense of mystery.