Poems of the fallen

Goddess

The stories tell of an ancient place

Where echoes of forgotten dreams reside,

That's where our deity first showed her face

And locked all bleeding hearts inside.

But when the moon guides her into the ocean of sorrow,

Her blessing brings life to the single thought,

She is the queen that you will always follow

Even through the waterfall of dry tears where dead souls haunt.

She is the empress that fought the great temptation

With divine purity, her weapon is her graceful mind,

Saving many souls from the eternal damnation

Protecting the absolute virtue of her holy kind.

Her face is like the infinite midnight sky

A beautiful void, glowing through a billion eyes

Or the bleeding sunset, when the moon makes the sun cry

Velvet waves of passion, kissing the clouds before he dies.

Mesmerizing men, charming as a silent night

Her voice can shatter heaven and break the gates of hell,

Put gods down to their knees without a fight

A secret hidden in the abyss of the Holy Grail.

Two eyes hide the mistery no man can ever solve,

That which can lift you up, or throw you down,

Sing with your angels, or let demons evolve,

Two eyes, two wonders tears will never drown.

Infinity has chosen her heart to beat for all existing life,

She is a beacon of grace, guiding the forsaken

On unknown paths, defending from all the strife

Of the elements, for she's the greater good unshaken.

Absolution coats her wings of redemption,

Feathers pure as the holy maiden's soul

Not even saints achieve this apprehension

And for the pagans, sin becomes their only role.

With the courage and pride of a lion

She confronted even the will of mighty Death

She took her scythe becoming the scion

Of Immortality, giving humanity years back as wealth.

Pain runs away in fear, her presence kills it

Spilled blood turns into life, feeding her aura

Her beauty purges all the unholy in a minute

Two eyes light the midnight sky like the aurora.

One smile can hide the will of the world

A sanctified kiss from the supreme throne

Her crimson lips can speak the truths that burned

Or transcede one's nature, where no god has flown.

She wears no crown, a beautiful lie to some

For she needs no ephemeral symbol to be

Acknowledged as a supreme ruler of men's hearts, to sum

Just knowing this makes you her devotee.

The moral chains of lust she wears around her wrists

Not as a prisonier of sin, but just to display

That even the hunger of love cannot persist

When the cold chill of reality starts to portray.

She is justice, yet she's not blind

To everything that happens in this corrupted reality

Despite this, her soul is still kind

Untouched even by an angel's immorality.

Walking alone through Eden she hears a whisper

It turns into a silent scream as she closes by

It's just the heaven's voice sinked into silver

Her warmth turns it into gold as it dries.

And as she walks through the shadows hiding lonely wishes

The garden flourishes, watered by such majesty

She picks a flower she places in her hair where it enriches

Turning into the archangel of forbidden fantasy.

Though I am a god before mortals, it does not matter

For in her face I feel like I'm godless

With just a whisper she makes me shatter

She truly is an angel... a goddess!