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[ Legacy ] Meteora's Fall From Grace
Age, whatever meaningless number
invaluable is its lack of worth
---nothing more than revolutions---
suns paraded 'round planet Earth
Heavenly bodies arcing through space
in their trajectories quite bold---
secrets spilled by stories filled
with beauty never growing old
Look! There's Meteora over here
working magic upon the mirror
employing powers of persuasion
to thwart a fall in desperation
veering from celestial source
wide from her karmic course
Luna, who tries to sympathize
knows attraction wanes in force
Genuine enchantment of the divine
lies in eyes of a beholder
same as myth that beauty fades
when projecting one's self as older
Never can it be found within
spell, potion, or astrological chart
but, by stargazing spectator alone;
free from time are young at heart
Distrusting mortals at belief's mercy
thrusting archaicism upon the self
Pity those who crave their youth
If you are jealous, pity yourself
And should Meteora pass your way
be brave and be even bolder---
resist temptation of manipulation
burden she cursed herself to shoulder
Both nubile goddess and antiquated crone
she thinks amidst blinks of telescopic eyes
clutching skeleton keys to beauty in hand
forever plummeting from heavenly skies
previous iteration
Meteora's Fall From Grace
Age
meaningless number
valuable in its lack of worth;
nothing more than revolutions -
parading suns 'round planet Earth
Heavenly bodies
moving through space
trajectories quite bold;
secrets spilled by stories filled
with beauty that never grows old
Look! There's Meteora over here
working magic upon the mirror;
using powers of persuasion
to thwart a fall in desperation
veering her trajected source
wide from its celestial course
Luna, who tries to sympathize
knows attraction waxes, wanes in force
Genuine enchantment of the divine
lies in eyes of a beholder
same as myth that beauty fades
when projecting one's self as older
Never can it be found within
spell or potion, even astrological chart -
but, by stargazing spectator alone;
free from time are young at heart
Mortals distrusting, at mercy of belief
thrusting archaicism upon the self
Pity those who crave their youth
If you are jealous, pity yourself
And should Meteora pass your way
be brave and be even bolder:
resist temptation of manipulation
burden she cursed herself to shoulder
No longer nubile goddess, but antiquated crone
she thinks amidst blinks of telescopic eyes
clutching skeleton keys to beauty in hand
forever plummeting from heavenly skies
previous iteration
Meteora's Fall From Grace
Age, meaningless number that it is
Without value, lacking worth
The amount of whispered revolutions
Around the sun by planet Earth
Heavenly bodies moving through space
Are then quite something to behold
Within them lies the key to beauty
The secret of never growing old
The goddess Meteora in desperation
Casts spells at her reflection in the mirror
Her powers of persuasion used to thwart
A falling from grace foretold in fear
For it is this fear that propels her
Into veering from her celestial course
Sympathizing with her, Luna knows
Power waxes, wanes in force
The real enchantment of the divine
Lies within the eyes of the beholder
As does the myth that beauty fades
When beholding oneself as older
Not to be found within in potions, spells
Or fated within an astrological chart
Rather in the spectator watching the stars
Mind free of time, young at heart
At the mercy of belief, mortal youth is
Thrusting antiquity upon itself
Take pity on them if you crave their beauty
If you are jealous, pity yourself
And should Meteora pass your way
Be brave and be even bolder
To resist the temptation of power
Burden she cursed herself to shoulder
From nubile goddess to venerable crone
She slips in the blinkings of telescopic eyes
Clutching skeleton keys to beauty in hand
Forever plummeting from heavenly skies
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