Medusa with your head of snakes,
Perseus is there for Zeus’ sake!
With his reflective shield up high
Your death has become quite nigh
And now your head is on the stakes
Perseus, return home concealed
Let not Medusa’s head be revealed
Be patient with the story’s tone
And keep them from being stone
In completion the story is sealed
The kids play ring around the rosy
As adults snuggle and get all cozy
Golden flames rise from the fire
Expanding thought and desire
The occasional boop on the nosy
The fires and the dotted star lights
Are the joys of these cold winter nights
‘Tis what we call the snuggle weather
When its just cold enough for a sweater
With the absence of mosquito bites
As she stares at the magical flames
The mighty fire she subtly tames
Radiating warmth to the others
Learned from the earth mothers
The fire moves where she aims
With the human witches they stay
But their magic comes from the fae
Taught to bring warmth and light,
They brighten the darkest of night
Protecting us from the icy decay
Symbiosis between worlds chained
Is why the fae are human trained
Without one the other will fall
A few brave fae answer the call
So that the balance is sustained
Their path is filled with great strife
But they are the protectors of life
Keeping both worlds warm and cozy
The worlds’ many secrets knows she
To which her skills are sharp and rife
Most of her life was in a slumber
But then she saw an angel number
As she began to open her eyes
She started to undeniably realize
That her life had been quite somber
As she became more blissfully aware
Her gifts manifested almost everywhere
First she felt vibrations of crystals
Then visions firing like little pistols
And they got stronger from there
She felt connected to the source of all
And followed the universe’s subtle call
Everything was now great in her life
She got degreed and became a wife
She was great and was having a ball
Then came the dark night of the soul
For a solid year she was dark as coal
She no longer felt presence of the One
It felt as if everything had been undone
As if she was spiraling in a black hole
Then finally she realized the reason
For the dark night’s ugly treason
There were many issues to purge
So that her powers further surge
For that, the dark had to squeeze in
As she realized she was in the dark
She was forced to confront the mark
That mark scarred by her karmic past
But her work was precise and fast
And she once again felt her soul spark
Then she entered into the void stage
Where it’s not quite time to re-engage
Because purging karma requires rest
So that she can rise to be her best
With wisdom and power; a great sage
She then went into the grounding phase
Her gifts and power began to raise
But this time more grounded in reality
Manifestations came in more easily
Her life was no longer filled with haze
Then finally, she came into her purpose
She was no longer anxious of nervous
Walking in the path of her life mission
Unhindered by any external condition
With her energetic body in great surplus
Esha, with your flowing brown curls,
You’re one of those vampire girls.
The solid rock that gives support.
Hugs from you don’t fall short.
You’re more precious than pearls.
Your beauty rivals that of Aphrodite.
Your sister thinks you’re quite mighty,
Even if you don’t really see all that.
You got Gryffindor from the sorting hat,
Due to your bravery and loyalty
For your birthday, a poetic fantasy.
One of wolf and vampire valency.
Stories of vampire and wolf abound,
But we shall spin the genre around.
One that ends in spiritual amnesty.
It all started when Jupiter came,
To curse the mortal by full name.
For Atticus Marcus had killed,
And his sins were to be billed.
And only he was truly to blame.
In all his hatred for the facades,
He had stolen from the gods,
And killed innocent people.
In the street and the steeple,
A curse was unanimous by nods.
As Jupiter carried out the curse,
Atticus’ body became perverse.
The man had become a beast,
But he was still alive at least.
Lonely lands he would traverse.
After 300 years, he got another chance,
When he met a vampire from France.
By accident they fell deeply in love.
The night walker became his dove,
As they entered a unholy romance.
For another 500 years they tried,
But couldn’t leave the other’s side.
Each night they would lie together,
Dreading when they cross the nether,
And their existence be nullified.
One day seemingly out of the blue,
Their predicament was given a clue.
Came the prophecy of the soul fire,
A pairing that would become dire,
What night stalker and the wolf do.
The prophecy tells of a great shift.
Two bloods flowing into the rift.
Activating the ancient glyph wards,
To cool the planet going forwards,
And slowing the continental drift.
Fulling the prophecy was the quest,
And they vowed to do their very best.
Years were spent finding the place.
Even using satellites in orbital space,
But eventually they found the nest.
Hidden deep under glacial ice sheets,
They found a sequence that repeats.
They knew they had found the rift,
So they packed up and made swift.
They traveled with a group of elites.
They made their way into the ice cave,
So that all of humanity they could save.
Upon entering the inner corridor,
A sign read “chamber of the sorcerer”.
They saw images of an ancient conclave.
With glyphs in their super human sight,
They move in closer to perform the rite.
As daggers slide across their hands,
They read the ancient commands.
Causing the glyphs to emanate light.
A beam of light shoots into the sky.
The wolf is no longer the bad guy.
As the CO2 is absorbed into the light,
The event is a spectacle of eye sight,
And catches that of Jupiter’s eye.
As global cooling is set in motion,
Jupiter has one hell of a notion,
To release the man from the beast
From his curse he shall be released,
And to a god be given the promotion.
Atticus now redeemed and thus free
Would see the heavens ever so lovely.
With Esha by his purely human side,
In with the gods they will now slide.
Once a beast, now with spiritual amnesty.
It’s your body. It’s Your temple.
It really is just that simple
If you want it all painted
Or let it get dirty and tainted
Remember its your temple
But there is something to this
In the temple you find bliss
And with higher self confide
But you have to go inside
And confront the dark abyss
The rain slides down the old tin awning;
Its cool touch leaves me unwanting.
Running off the corner onto the ground
It puddles the area.
As I look up and let the stream flow down my face,
covering me in her sweet embrace,
I know this day will go the way it does,
And certain things will happen just because,
And when today, tries to give me a test,
I have the answers. Today I’m blessed.
I stand in the doorway
Looking at myself.
I’m staring. Unfaltering.
Eyes fixed on myself.
I’m doing everything I’ve done a million times before,
Including losing myself
I cannot break my eyes from this sight.
It rips and tears with so much might
Please will anyone hear my plight
For I fear I’m losing this fight
We stood just there, the day before our end; your lips were shaking from the cold, dead air. We tried so hard but, it was just pretend. We once was everything, my dearest friend. Our fears together fled to God knows where, We stood just there, the day before our end; Our brokenness I wish I could but mend, and on my shoulders all the pain id bear We tried so hard but, it was just pretend. To the stars of our love we must ascend; to face the trial of love we call unfair. We stand right here, this day we call our end; Why I am this way I cant comprehend I wont give up, my dearest love, I swear Ill try so hard, but fear its just pretend. We push and pull, our cases we defend It was coming, but caught us unaware We stood just there, the day before our end; We tried so hard but it was just pretend.
The rain patters down on the old tin roof,
With every hit, echos in my head.
Echos in my sleep
Echos in the deep,
And echos without end
Through the vines it creeps and crawls, Into my thoughts it seeps and claws. Will i be able to write the things it wants? or will i forget because how hard it gnaws? after all, forgetting, is a flaw. Dont hate me if i forget the reasons i am here, For forgetting would certainly be my worst of fears. I know there is something i must say, Ill say it now when my mind is free and clear. For i fear forgetting is getting oh so near. The day will come when you will see I'm gone Just know that in my mind my evening dawned.
Terra * Redeo 