Bast be my lit torch
Protect me until day dawns
I walk in your light
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Category Archives: Poetry
#2289
I am a ghost town
Built around a dried-up well
Oh how the winds cry
#2287
I am known as a goddess of love
And yes, I am a lover, a mother, a teacher
Yes, I can be gentle and kind
But do not forget my claws and teeth
Or the blood I have shed on the battlefield.
I have always been a goddess of war;
There is a reason my children are born knowing how to eviscerate their prey, after all.
I have always been a goddess of war;
The war between life and death
Between survival and failure
Between order and chaos.
Love makes life worth living,
But war is how you defend it.
#2286
I will dismantle my tower stone by stone
and with those stones I may build anew
or leave them scattered in the field for the grass to grow over
and the rain to soften
#2285
You don’t want to be loved for who you could become.
You don’t want to be loved for who you once were.
You don’t want to be loved for who you are.
Perhaps you don’t want to be loved.
#2275
“Silent”
amid ash and fog
there you will find an answer
beware the sirens
#2274
“Dyatlov”
a tent half buried
the wind keens a mourning song
footprints in the snow
