The moon blooms above the
Sprawling darkened wood
It, beaming in knowing propitiousness
Her face: lit incandescent and
Emanating Promethean flame
Each word that she utters
Shatters the silence like
The ponderousness of infinity
And with her every movement
She brings me my victory
She is always at my side
A statement and a scythe
Slicing through my gossamer mind
Regina of my ever-night
Wielding the might of her sky
I've warred with the high Empyrean
And the Great Dragon
And burned in both those infernos
And still she rose me to life
And resurrected me in her Light
At this moment, in this forest
Her caresses impede time
She shifts the whole howling midnight
And brings wreckage to my flesh
And the very Life of my Death
M.M.
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