The Ruins - Part IThe Ruins - Poems of Lossby William BetheaPart IOnce, when I went to the Darkness;I left behind my precious things.When I arrived at Its door,There was no answer.Upon returning home,I found It waiting. The DarknessHeld my precious secrets in its teeth,Ground them into dust and spit themIn my face, laughing.Once, there was no where to turn.The Darkness pretended to be my friend.It welcomed me into Its lair.As It fed me, nurtured me,Comforted me, loved me,It siphoned away my soul.As I wept in utter delusion,The Darkness consoled my broken heart,Smothered my face into Its bosom,Offered Its orifices to slake my misery,Suckled my pain and fed on my loss.The Darkness would became engorged,Eyes rolling back, head lolling,Grinning gleefully, contented,Collapsing, in unconscious satiationUntil my need arose again.Returning lucidity repudiated the Darkness.It fled from my shattered existence, dying.Only then, did I recognizeThe endless irreparable ruins remaining.
Pray Grateful PilgrimPray, grateful pilgrim;This delicious ecstasyIs now yours, at last.
Rise From Her FootstepsRise from her footstepsAstonished, grateful flowers.Reach toward her light.
My GoddessI prayed to my GoddessThrough many a Moon's nightTo be worthy of the inspiration thatOne of Her priestesses might provide.Instead, She blessed me not merelyWith Her divine delegate,But with the Adorable ManifestationOf Her Pure, Lovely and Perfect Grace.Bound forever in grateful service,I devote my works to this rebirth.This Test and Gift, both, presented,My Goddess now doth walk the Earth.
Her SkinHer skinBy the back lightGlows with inner fireThe scent of twilight lingersOn her neckHer shoulders herThighs
All that could be done"All that could be done..."I will never believe it,Riding waves to shore.
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