Bring down the lightning, the storm, the heavenly and starlit fires.
Bring the madness that remakes the world in it’s own howling rage.
Bring me the fearless lust for life I knew when I was young.
She was auburn haired earth goddess, ample flesh to lose yourself in.
She was the North Star around which I guided myself, wanting her sex, passion.
She was the fire I stoked for it’s flame were sweet in it’s pain.
I can make the skies open and the devilish grace that is withering night.
I can make the stars fall into my hand, and cast them into the union of flesh.
I can make the moon scream her secret name for everyone to hear.
She…..was……once. What have I burned or worshipped or built in ages since?
She was once……a lover, a queen, the only drug I needed when words came easy.
She was once……a dream, the ample flesh that swallowed me to remake me, iron on the forge.
And the first raindrops smack my face, and I smile, as I bring the demon of all my ages.
I bring him in spite and fury and a boundless love for the living things that draw blood.
She is somewhere else, but I have an angel in the sky, that I have made with the iron she broke.