Mad, Pretty, Wild Things

[ moon child / sunlight ]

SHE WAS A MOON CHILD

she was fierce in a way that was soft
like the thorns that wrap around a delicate bloom
a protector of all things dainty and wild
a creature born out of myths and legends and
fears coming from the hearts of men
a thief of souls and a girl of chaos

her black hair was the earth's alchemy
long and smooth, always worn down past
below her waist, an unruly mass of witchcraft
that beckons the wind to pull it back up

she just laughs and sways in your dreams
warrior eyes twinkling with the need
to run free, such a spirited, lovely
harbinger of destruction

she was a kindred spirit of other worlds and
in her i found a sanctuary for my prayers
she was a fellow spell caster, both of us
trapping ourselves to the inevitable darkness
that awaits us in the afterglow of ancient
magic, of sieges and wars that massacred
the empathy out of our stomachs
we bled like queens

but through all the sordid latin sessions and
garden hunts and deaths and the
baptismal through fire that nearly broke
all my bones, she had found salvation
in the form of a drummer boy whose
blood flowed like gold when she clawed
him out with a flicker of her tongue

he was grace and repentance and
represented all the things that were good
holy and forbidden, a purgatory where
she banished her wickedness, a hidden
graveyard of her sins and aggressiveness
a balm for the sickness that invades
her body like a parasite

he was nothing but a mere mortal and
it pained me how immortality
once again lost to flesh and water
there never seems to be a cure
for foolishness and greed

he was an old sacrifice that molted
the hot, iron parts of her reign, and
how she fell so desperately, so terribly
so miserably at his feet for mercy

she no longer walks in the shadows casted
upon by the moon, no more bloodthirsty
roars of conquer in her pulse
she smells like sunlight now

OH, LOVE! YOU MAGNIFICENT BEAST!

how you make the mighty fall
out of their thrones for a
simmer of your affections