Snow: Number Ten

A peaceful, calm Snow

In a forest grove

Full of deer and calming breeze

Falls from the sky,

Soft as a feather

And silent as breath.

Can you feel the cold wind,

The sharp, bone-chilling air

As it cuts deep to 

The muscles, the core?

My love will keep you

Strong, wild, and beautiful

As all women are, 

And are meant to be;

But my bad side

Cold and still as ice.

So tread carefully down this

Path of chaos,

This timeline of Rebirth.

The forest may seem peaceful

Under the colder Sun,

Blanketed by my icy weather,

But the nighttime chill

Can kill even the strongest man.

Number Four: Celestia

Blinded by the darkness
How could I ever see the light again
In any of your faces,
Your bright smiles now erased

And the flowers, the trees
That once bound me are fled
From my crooked, petrifying,
Horrific gaze

My fangs dig deep into the souls
Of the damned and the forgotten
The wretched, the wicked
As I am become now

The pull of the darkness
Tendrils tying me down
Until I give in to this
Madness, this spiral of anger

It pulls me deeper and deeper
Into this black abyss and whispers
Into me, the future, past, and present
Until my sanity drips from my veins

Cut me open, and let it bleed
More and more until there's
Not enough evil to fill my body;
My heart, my soul -

Or perhaps the worst punishment
Is the mercy of it all;
To let me live with this insanity
Every. Single. Full moon.

Number Three: Iselta(i)n(e)

My sisters' words run deep
In my patient grace
And as the corruption leaves me,
Only the good is left behind.

Do not let my appearance fool you,
For I am danger. I am a predator.
And if you're on my bad side,
I can hunt you down with a wave of my hand.

My well-manicured nails and my
Perfectly placed flower crown
Can not define who or what I am
To myself or to the world.

I might be good, I may
Have the patience that saints dream of,
And my poise and collected attitude
Might lead you astray,

But don't let it seduce you,
Your charming human ways -
So gullible, so naive.
Let me be the wisdom that saves you.

I can be your light,
Your golden rays of hope
On the worst day of your mortal lives.
Or perhaps my sisters are more your type?

Growth

Fear, the ever watchful demon
Upon the shoulder of
My peeling, crumbling skin
Under your fingertips

Feel the scars, the cracks
As you trace them with
Your careful, thorough hands
Not to force any pieces free.

And when you finally see how
Damaged, broken I can truly be,
Don't be surprised when my
Flesh cage is brutally torn open -

My anger, focus, and will brought forth
To peel away this prison
I wanted to believe was
All I could ever be -

Revealing to the believers,
The true friends, the worshipers,
What I can truly be,
And what I can truly become.

Artemis

Titanium and slate upon
Your moving lips and heart
Tell me how to worship when we’re
Millenia apart

Your multicolored eyes on me
Have never caused me harm
Your weapons, sharp and pointed aim
As flexing shapes your arm

And I dance to the moon
I’ll always fight within your sky
And I pray in the night
On the quarters’ peeking scry

Vulnerable skin and arrows
Glancing dark aside here
Shout the magic words and say I
Still hold your justice near

Stars sparkling down me unto veins
I feel will come alive
Touch me up and down, I tremble
My soul will truly thrive

And I dance under moon
Willingly follow you and I
Am loving, I imbue
Most people who are loving you

Shady oaks and pines above us
I vow to never stray
Believing you will never leave,
Believing you will stay

In the oak bed I made for us
I know you will not lay
Your tender lips away from mine
My goddess, meant to slay