Miranda emerges from the ocean,
curves like seashells,
warm and vibrant.
Eyes full of sun-diamonds
like the ones that cap the waves
that cling to her, wanting her for their own.
No, goddess, that way lies madness…
She twists the seawater from
her hair, and shakes it
as she runs it through her fingers,
and makes me want to be a strand.
She walks the warm sand,
a native nomad,
her smile as she lifts
her face to the sun puts it to shame.
And I feel like the first explorer
to claim these shores
who found its only treasure,
watching as she trails my dreams like
small plane banners
as she leaves.
At midnight ring the winter bells,
and snow will soon arrive.
The winter bells grow cold
for they are dead and not alive.
They herald in the harsh north wind
that drives the icy rain.
They ring discordant harmonies
that leave the ears in pain.
We’ve no escape from winter bells
through land or on the seas.
We’ll die just when the tolling fades
because the bells too,
From here I can look
and survey my empire.
There, the distant hills gilded
in silver mist and emerald leaves
humble my own royal robes.
And here, the servants at my feet…
Young. Nubile. Fertile.
Mine to pluck like ripe fruit,
or slaughter as tender lambs.
My bride’s perfume is pleasant.
The eyes of my court are hard.
The halls of my palace
hold whispers of secrets and dreams.
My gardens host ghosts in the moonlight.
They tell me to be at peace,
My borders do not
boil with rebellion,
and there is
no alarm of armies
at my gates.
I stand at the pinnacle of
all my achievements,
and realize that as I watch
the setting sun,
there is a smile
in the darkness of my grave
I heard the light crash like thunder into the darkness.
Saw the obsidian surrounding my cage
Heard the screams and wails and curses
turn to laughter, songs, and shouts of joy.
For too long
I walked under the canopy,
shielded from everything.
And the light broke
through the darkness.
I saw the sky blue swatch of sky
flecked and speckled with drifting clouds,
felt the breeze of an early summer evening
cool on my skin.
The slope of the climb
to the world above was gentle, easy
My heart rejoiced.
My will rebelled.
I wanted this light,
this blue, this breeze.
But I burrowed
further down and broke
and sent it on its way.