And Her Soul Ignites

July 12, 2010
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In the craw of a mountain she wakes
Wiping away the cobwebs of sleep
From her lonely crescent moon eyes
With a soft paw that means
Death to any who encounter it

She stretches her supple limbs
Each black rosette scattered on her soft alabaster cloak
A memory
And bares her ivory scythes

In the distance, two craggy peaks kiss
Silhouetted against the blue-black sea of sky
Between their lips a fiery star is born
And in her eyes, the sun’s blazing light lives
And her soul ignites

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