Briah's
Poetry
long
hot moon
Daylight
hours stretch forever, parched and dry
My land is an arid patchwork of yellow and brown
no rain, no rain, no rain.
She is crying out with thirst.....withering before me
Trees dying, flowers wilting.
Grass stubbly and without color, cracks gaping in my Mother Earth.
Air wrapping itself around my body like a suffocating blanket
I cant breathe and it scares me.
Then leaves begin to take the long flight to the ground
crumpling, turning brown.. and gold... and red
and the Wheel turns.....
Briah
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Lilith
tears of blood
trickle
from emerald eyes
crimson stains
of passion
smear her soul
scarlet lust
eddies in her heart
and pulses through her veins
she comes at the dark moon
to seduce
and to steal
the souls of willing prey
who stumble at her feet
shrouded in the rapture of her seduction
©Briah, Dark Moon, October 2003
