Valleys of Glass

Exhausted and wary,
She parts through the trees,
Fingers clinging to her,
Crying and longing,
For a minute to rest,
The priestess stands staring,
Little hope in her breast.
The valley so stunning,
Mesmerizing and cold,
Crystal mountains, rivers of ice,
Siren sounds echoes,
Harmony of a Valley of Glass,
Seducing songs glide,
Gently her hand does one grasp,
Come now, dear one,
Your time to rest is near,
One step forward,
No more to bear.
Her blood answers the source,
A call she must heed,
It is deep within her,
Born of his seed.
Her first step slices,
Straight through to her soul,
Rich blood gushes,
River so deep,
Rushing from her,
Soaking her feet.
Drenched and swooning,
Stop she cannot,
Voice to answer,
Rhythm, so strong,
Flows through her veins,
Pouring forth freely,
She is grateful for pain.
The moon beams dance,
On rain soaked glass,
Blood flows freely feeding the grass.
The Goddess drinks deeply,
Grateful and parched.
Gushing forth,
Ancient thirst,
Only blood can quench,
Knowledge so forbidden,
On the knees,
A heart tells the truth,
Torture is sweet,
Sensation relieves,
Pain is a gift in order to heal.
A mind so sharp,
Tumbles and shatters,
She fears her faith,
Ego she flatters.
Help me she pleads,
Inhaling thick mists,
Swirling around her,
Bats and spiders snicker,
She calls to them slowly,
Please end this I plead!
As the web grows thicker,
Wet and sticky like jam,
Childhood joys fade and flicker,
Silence is held,
Burying the screams,
Her life floats away,
Frozen and bleeding,
Her muse emerges from dreams,
His face is in front,
Changing and gone.
Frigid and glacial,
Crimson and clear,
The calling pours forth,
The essence a tear.
Beating heart shatters,
Solid from fear,
Gasping for breath,
Liquid air does she breathe,
Drowning slowly,
No time to atone!
The past is in front,
Future behind,
For neither do matter,
A moment at hand,
Floats in her mind.
Sinking like quicksand,
A soul pulling away,
Looking down upon her,
Nothing to say.
Suddenly from nowhere,
Arms around her embrace,
Life of the oaks circles,
Her life,
A moment,
Her soul to grace.
Flying to the branches,
Hummingbird whispers,
Life so fragile,
Alone no more,
The oak will not fail,
Strength so pale,
Lean on another,
Message to send,
Learn now she must,
Or her life will end.
DLT July 19 2004 all rights reserved.