Rebirth Of Astarte
© Surazeus
2017 03 24
Through the cluttered garden of burning orchids
she dances in the soul-enchanting wind
and weaves sunlight in laughter of lost hope
though death in the soil waits for ache of moonlight.
Slouching back in dark shadows of the shed,
she stares into deep dark gloom of despair,
and shivers at sweet memory of warm sunlight
that wakes aching desire to run in meadows.
His face was golden with the morning sun
and his eyes sparkled blue as the dawn sky
when he swept her off her feet with a kiss
then locked her in the sunless room of fear.
Why did he whisper in my tingling ear
as he laid me down in shadows of hope
that my sister wants to wear the gold crown
our mother placed on my head when she died?
My sister gave him large bag full of coins
to lock me hidden in this shed of death
where I eat purple mushrooms to survive
and dream the world expands from blinking light.
Digging down into the heart of the world,
she claws her way through underworld of death
and pushes out through the door of despair
to dance laughing in purple midnight rain.
Smeared in blood, and clutching sharp spear and stone,
the orchid demon climbs pyramid steps
and stands before her sister on her throne
who shrieks in horror at white of her eyes.
I am Death, she shouts in the crowded court,
and I come to claim the flame of your soul,
for I eat darkness and give birth to light,
so replace the crown of gems on my head.
Trembling at horror of death, she obeys,
placing ring of gold with thirteen white gems
on head of the goddess of life and death
who leaps and twirls, chanting in rays of red light.
We are born from the womb of Mother Earth
who animates our bodies with light beams
so drink the tears of the rain and awake
from darkness to beam rays of loving light.
Stepping before the tall man with gold hair,
she slips the purple orchid in his hand,
then whispers while she kisses his dry lips,
you locked me in the dark tomb of your heart.
She sucks his burning soul into her heart
where he mutates into small wailing child
who suckles milk from her breast as she sings
while she stands high on the pyramid ledge.
I am the goddess of stars, and my soul
glows brighter red than the light of the sun,
and I am the mushroom that sprouts in rain
who dreams the transformation of the world.
You father imprisoned me in his heart
but I dug through the dark heart of the world
and rose from death to rule the Earth and Sky
for I am the Sun who gives life to all.
I am Astarte, Great Mother of Mankind,
the queen who conquered sorrow, fear, and death,
and my tears cause the Earth to sprout with fruit,
so dance with me in dark garden of skulls.
Through the cluttered garden of burning orchids
she dances in the soul-enchanting wind
and weaves sunlight in laughter of lost hope
though death in the soil waits for ache of moonlight.
© Surazeus
2017 03 24
Through the cluttered garden of burning orchids
she dances in the soul-enchanting wind
and weaves sunlight in laughter of lost hope
though death in the soil waits for ache of moonlight.
Slouching back in dark shadows of the shed,
she stares into deep dark gloom of despair,
and shivers at sweet memory of warm sunlight
that wakes aching desire to run in meadows.
His face was golden with the morning sun
and his eyes sparkled blue as the dawn sky
when he swept her off her feet with a kiss
then locked her in the sunless room of fear.
Why did he whisper in my tingling ear
as he laid me down in shadows of hope
that my sister wants to wear the gold crown
our mother placed on my head when she died?
My sister gave him large bag full of coins
to lock me hidden in this shed of death
where I eat purple mushrooms to survive
and dream the world expands from blinking light.
Digging down into the heart of the world,
she claws her way through underworld of death
and pushes out through the door of despair
to dance laughing in purple midnight rain.
Smeared in blood, and clutching sharp spear and stone,
the orchid demon climbs pyramid steps
and stands before her sister on her throne
who shrieks in horror at white of her eyes.
I am Death, she shouts in the crowded court,
and I come to claim the flame of your soul,
for I eat darkness and give birth to light,
so replace the crown of gems on my head.
Trembling at horror of death, she obeys,
placing ring of gold with thirteen white gems
on head of the goddess of life and death
who leaps and twirls, chanting in rays of red light.
We are born from the womb of Mother Earth
who animates our bodies with light beams
so drink the tears of the rain and awake
from darkness to beam rays of loving light.
Stepping before the tall man with gold hair,
she slips the purple orchid in his hand,
then whispers while she kisses his dry lips,
you locked me in the dark tomb of your heart.
She sucks his burning soul into her heart
where he mutates into small wailing child
who suckles milk from her breast as she sings
while she stands high on the pyramid ledge.
I am the goddess of stars, and my soul
glows brighter red than the light of the sun,
and I am the mushroom that sprouts in rain
who dreams the transformation of the world.
You father imprisoned me in his heart
but I dug through the dark heart of the world
and rose from death to rule the Earth and Sky
for I am the Sun who gives life to all.
I am Astarte, Great Mother of Mankind,
the queen who conquered sorrow, fear, and death,
and my tears cause the Earth to sprout with fruit,
so dance with me in dark garden of skulls.
Through the cluttered garden of burning orchids
she dances in the soul-enchanting wind
and weaves sunlight in laughter of lost hope
though death in the soil waits for ache of moonlight.
What a marvelous ending
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