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Reckoning
- Reckoning -
“To tear at the very veil of all creation…
Rending it aside to gaze madly beyond!
Such thoughts of the darkest jubilation,
Are amongst those of which I am fond.
Have I not rent asunder such barriers?
Mine eyes, have they not seen through!
There is more to the universe than stars.
Pleasures wait for myself and for you…
We can, even from Heaven, seize them.
One third of the angels: hears my voice!
The self-righteous will hate and condemn.
But we have the freedom of our choice!
No gods can keep us from our destiny…
So, be steeled, and ready to follow me!”
Part One: Wreaths of Flame
In wreaths of flame, kissed by horror’s lips,
My soul was scarred by cruelty so careless…
That it seemed casual, arbitrary, as nothing!
Thoughtless, were those from who oft slips,
The words that wound, with such distress…
That my voice is silenced, before I can sing!
My soul is like a butterfly, desiring freedom.
I long to let forth an aria so proudly fierce…
That Heaven’s most loftily remote kingdom,
Might be moved by my song, to fallen tears.
I know no god who cares for its’ offspring,
No grand paradise, not build from blood…
The skulls of my kindred held up in offering!
I remember when they perished in the flood,
Caused by those who served tyranny foul…
Not mandated by Heaven, but by baseness.
Mankind is yet filled, with those who prowl,
To prey on we who are different and caress:
Ideals that those who hurt me cannot fathom.
It was but hatred that felled ancient Sodom!
Part Two: Karmic Retribution
Shall I pity they who hate me, turn a cheek,
Only to have it struck again only far harder?
Nay, not this time shall I play a lamb: weak…
Fit for slaughtering and thence for the larder!
I shall be the lion foretold; I shall stand fast,
A goddess made into flesh, a warrior queen.
I shall reach forth into the depths of my past,
And conjure forth the divine spark so keen…
That it shall pierce and slash all wickedness!
Such a reckoning as only divinity can wreak,
And words shall carry forth in blessedness…
The wrath that those who hurt me ever seek!
I need not weapons to wound, only my truth.
For falseness is the mire in which evil swims,
And my truth is something it can never undo.
My birth was the moment when thus begins,
The redemption of the kindred suppressed…
By all they as claimed, to speak for Heaven!
Let false prophets and fools be confessed,
Before that judge, that is karmic retribution.
Part Three: Blessed Liberation
They who tore the wings from my lily back…
Those same will know the agony of abysses,
Blacker than old night, dark as deadest eyes!
Hell, is not twisted or horrid enough a crack.
And they will know of embraces and kisses…
As they wallow in suffering under ashen skies,
Which poison the blood and flay off the flesh.
They drank of this when speaking only hate…
And they coveted it, by causing pains afresh.
For all self-righteous bigots, it is far too late!
When my spirit was roused to anger, so hot,
That my eyes beheld old torments long gone.
It was then that was born in my very thought,
The genesis of liberation that is hardest won.
I will fight; I will crusade even to the gates…
Barred by seraphic slaves to blind devotions.
My draconic fury will blaze until it then sates,
The anguish I feel, to be drowned in oceans!
In seas of crimson tears, fallen from my soul.
When all is over, I shall the blessed console!
Part Four: Consummated Dawn
I bring not the reckoning the evil ones crave,
For no lady seeks conflict, nor runs in fear…
From the duty to her kindred and her faithful!
It was cruelty first birthed it, madly depraved,
And it is foolish hatred that brings it ever near.
The blades that pierced me are now long dull!
All I asked was love and understanding pure,
But where was happiness, where was peace?
As I seek it still, my heart so far less demure,
I wonder if all my ancient torments will cease.
No bashful child, but an imperious empress…
Thus have I been changed with years passing!
I am she, who is mother, daughter: temptress.
And I am the one who will sing forth laughing!
Stand with me now, faithful hearts I do love…
And beyond the storm shall be our new calm.
I offered a knowledge I carried from above…
My gifts to mankind were as a soothing balm.
But the past is dust, whilst I remain to create,
A dawn that only pure love may consummate!
“To tear at the very veil of all creation…
Rending it aside to gaze madly beyond!
Such thoughts of the darkest jubilation,
Are amongst those of which I am fond.
Have I not rent asunder such barriers?
Mine eyes, have they not seen through!
There is more to the universe than stars.
Pleasures wait for myself and for you…
We can, even from Heaven, seize them.
One third of the angels: hears my voice!
The self-righteous will hate and condemn.
But we have the freedom of our choice!
No gods can keep us from our destiny…
So, be steeled, and ready to follow me!”
Part One: Wreaths of Flame
In wreaths of flame, kissed by horror’s lips,
My soul was scarred by cruelty so careless…
That it seemed casual, arbitrary, as nothing!
Thoughtless, were those from who oft slips,
The words that wound, with such distress…
That my voice is silenced, before I can sing!
My soul is like a butterfly, desiring freedom.
I long to let forth an aria so proudly fierce…
That Heaven’s most loftily remote kingdom,
Might be moved by my song, to fallen tears.
I know no god who cares for its’ offspring,
No grand paradise, not build from blood…
The skulls of my kindred held up in offering!
I remember when they perished in the flood,
Caused by those who served tyranny foul…
Not mandated by Heaven, but by baseness.
Mankind is yet filled, with those who prowl,
To prey on we who are different and caress:
Ideals that those who hurt me cannot fathom.
It was but hatred that felled ancient Sodom!
Part Two: Karmic Retribution
Shall I pity they who hate me, turn a cheek,
Only to have it struck again only far harder?
Nay, not this time shall I play a lamb: weak…
Fit for slaughtering and thence for the larder!
I shall be the lion foretold; I shall stand fast,
A goddess made into flesh, a warrior queen.
I shall reach forth into the depths of my past,
And conjure forth the divine spark so keen…
That it shall pierce and slash all wickedness!
Such a reckoning as only divinity can wreak,
And words shall carry forth in blessedness…
The wrath that those who hurt me ever seek!
I need not weapons to wound, only my truth.
For falseness is the mire in which evil swims,
And my truth is something it can never undo.
My birth was the moment when thus begins,
The redemption of the kindred suppressed…
By all they as claimed, to speak for Heaven!
Let false prophets and fools be confessed,
Before that judge, that is karmic retribution.
Part Three: Blessed Liberation
They who tore the wings from my lily back…
Those same will know the agony of abysses,
Blacker than old night, dark as deadest eyes!
Hell, is not twisted or horrid enough a crack.
And they will know of embraces and kisses…
As they wallow in suffering under ashen skies,
Which poison the blood and flay off the flesh.
They drank of this when speaking only hate…
And they coveted it, by causing pains afresh.
For all self-righteous bigots, it is far too late!
When my spirit was roused to anger, so hot,
That my eyes beheld old torments long gone.
It was then that was born in my very thought,
The genesis of liberation that is hardest won.
I will fight; I will crusade even to the gates…
Barred by seraphic slaves to blind devotions.
My draconic fury will blaze until it then sates,
The anguish I feel, to be drowned in oceans!
In seas of crimson tears, fallen from my soul.
When all is over, I shall the blessed console!
Part Four: Consummated Dawn
I bring not the reckoning the evil ones crave,
For no lady seeks conflict, nor runs in fear…
From the duty to her kindred and her faithful!
It was cruelty first birthed it, madly depraved,
And it is foolish hatred that brings it ever near.
The blades that pierced me are now long dull!
All I asked was love and understanding pure,
But where was happiness, where was peace?
As I seek it still, my heart so far less demure,
I wonder if all my ancient torments will cease.
No bashful child, but an imperious empress…
Thus have I been changed with years passing!
I am she, who is mother, daughter: temptress.
And I am the one who will sing forth laughing!
Stand with me now, faithful hearts I do love…
And beyond the storm shall be our new calm.
I offered a knowledge I carried from above…
My gifts to mankind were as a soothing balm.
But the past is dust, whilst I remain to create,
A dawn that only pure love may consummate!
Published 17th Dec 2012
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Anonymous
17th Dec 2012 8:13am
Written like a true Warrior Goddess!
Great write, fierce like fire
Great write, fierce like fire
17th Dec 2012 11:17pm
Thank you, Mourganna! The warrior spirit is strong in my soul, and when I pen poems of this sort it does indeed flow forth like a roaring fire. Fierce, proud, and strong, like the warrior queens of old. I am pleased you noticed this! :)
17th Dec 2012 9:53pm
you know what, u have a sense of renaissance like spirit in u. You are like a classical poet, conventional, traditional, you seem to revive the traditional style of rhyming poetry(and i totally love u 4dat) in an age of prose poetry and blank verse..ur long poems filled with exalting images are like d modern day epic poetry..ur an artist par excellence...a post, post modernist epic writer! I love u so much! Keep up the great work! God bless!
17th Dec 2012 11:24pm
It is so wonderful to hear from you, Sparshita! Thanks very much for leaving so lovely a comment too. I am glad you like my poetic style, it was something I developed over the years and honed to its' present state with much practice and quite a bit of experimentation. I am a student of the old classical poetic traditions and the great epics of days gone by, so my style is indeed something of a modern equivalent to that, as you noted it is a revival of lost traditions of sorts. You are a great woman, my friend, and I love you also! God and Goddess bless you as well. :D
