The vortex looms overhead
spinning psychotic melodies
of vague emptiness.
Out of the dim western sun
arise the anointed and brave
barristers of mighty power.
Slowly creeping towards upheaveal
they puncture the hollow sphere
of reason and intentionality.
A sole figure sobs and moans
heaving streams of sorrows' sighs
baring heart to heaven.
Lost and pining in the willows
she seeps tears for the masses ~
lost humanity wavering in the shadows.
Her children shun her presence
and twirl in merriment at the whim
inside the looming vortex.
The mighty men turn tides of venom
toward her meager abode
enveloping her now in turmoil and terror.
From whence does the answer come?
From which direction does it glance at her?
From what deep secret will it emerge?
She weeps for you and me.
She intercedes in humility and faith.
She has the only answer.
She will survive this ordeal
and populate a new heaven
and a new earth
as the vortex
recedes
eternally.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
another gold winner. Wonder how many gold trophies our hostess can come up with. 
