beauty

a ballerina emerges from the ashes
where she will go only God knows
she clashes with the titans of old
old lore of course

I am a woman of value
I am to inherit
it is tedious ruling
I don't like it

in the eternal void I stand
so you may cross safely bearing straight

in the garden you are safe
bloom in time my little flower
you are my hopes
lightly shaded dappled sun

the day invites you