The path laid through the mists
Lit only by the light of the moon
Bare feet coldly caressed
By the lengthening dusks
Not alone at last as white skin
Trembles solely in the night air
Sewn deep into the drops of blood
Dark and deep in red sightlines
Aloft she gazes downwards
The crescent-moon in her blackened hair
Her fingertips touching the path shining
Smoothing what is not dead set
Her eyes avert to the hunter
Steering his arrow where the threefold
Directs thee - to falsehoods
As sands of the path alight in soft glows
Together they dance in the moonlight
She under his arm, watching thee
Leaves fall - silvered - and rustle
Quietly and seamlessly to the ground
Small incantations are whispered
They are felt, they are not heard
This is the path I chose to walk
Guided and watched - never alone
Bespeckled in stars in a world that forgot
Where the tears can protect you
As the gods dance - and rejoice
Bound in blood to the earth
So mote it be ...
Author notes
pic credit: http://dapagan.deviantart.com/art/The-Horned-God-by-ellaine-46006839
A contest entry
- Religion by Mizzundaztood.
700 points, ended December 20, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was very good, thank you for entering it into my contest!
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The images are really vivid and the story is lovely.
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