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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                
               
 
Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 30th Aug 2020
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