Goddess Doom

  I buried the memory of her deep inside the back of my mind; underneath the crumpled shrine that still stood as a faded reminder of some long ago tragedy. Im not sure what led me back to this place.. i swore to myself never to return. Yet here i am. A completely different person. Walking down this old path in the dark. Echoes of her voice reverberate from the sad sunken walls. The wind brings the scent of her hair, long lost but never forgotten. the hair on the back of my neck stands straight. A still small voice inside tells me i should turn around and leave this God forsaken place, and the repressed memory of what happened three years ago stirs like some sleeping giant at the bottom of the sea. I shake off this feeling as i continue on through the dense fog.
  I reached the tattered temple where i had once worshiped her image in blind darkness. the only light i was able to see was the light that reflected off of her face, my sore eyes soaking it in like a plant soaks in the Sun. She was the moon in all her beauty. Her eyes were the sun impossible to look directly into. Her lips were an oasis in the midst of a vast dry nothingness. I stepped through the broken down doors that gaped open. Entering in once again. Whether out of curiosity or sheer stupidity i can not say. i am back in the temple where whispers persuade. Whispers that bid me to come and forbid me to stay.
   A ray of moonlight from the crumpled roof illuminates the glass from  a shattered picture on the dust covered floor. I pick it up and blow off the dust gazing transfixed at the face that caused such destruction and pain unendurable. I become possessed by the ghost of all my yearning and spirit of burning desire sending hot flashes and cold chills down my spine. I whisper her name and my own echoes back. What awe.. What unspeakable foreboding apprehension.
   I speak to her. Choosing my words with cunning precision to call up her shape from the ashes. My words, like an incantation causing her to rise up out of oblivion. Her perfect form materializes before me.More beautiful and more terrible than before. Rays of blinding beauty emanate from her, heating up my skin and penetrating my very soul. There is no more I. Only her eyes which contain within them every star in the sky. Is she real? Or just a product of a weary mind's delusion. I can see her, touch her, smell her, feel her.. but is she really here? She begins to sing. Her voice creeps into my ears stealing my mind away.
   I am her prisoner once again, but at this point I dont even care. Every bit of indignation and resentment i felt for her was melted away in the wink of her eye. I willingly accept the leash around my neck. Chained to a dream. Tied to her like a puppet on a string. as brick by brick i rebuild her temple... brick by brick... Can we build something new? or am i just sealing my doom?..