Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Ancient One

I am the storm that savages
I am the kiss that ravages
I am the tree that petrifies
The lightning that electrifies
I am the unavoidable
That makes the pain enjoyable
I am the darkness covering
The doubts that once were hovering
I am the docile courtesan
That quietly disrupts your plans
I am the dream you can’t escape
The tingle itching at your nape
I am the sacred coveted
What was left once sin was shed
I am the crack within the earth
That through my womb instructs rebirth

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