Call her the emissary of hope
The one who brings light to your oblivious globe
She who beckons every existence,
True and beautiful
Clothe with stark raiment
Crowned with dreary coronet
Call her the emissary of despair
The one who conveys obscurity to your cognizant demur
She who envisage fiasco, ignominy and demise
Don with astounding garb
Garland with a radiant diadem
Call her your savior in times of distress or
The bane of your wretched crux
Whatever you might want to name her
It really doesn’t matter
For the guise of being a true blood goddess
Is solely played by a man…
…by Me.
2006.04.23
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