The twinkle, the glimmer in—
My eyes for your mother.
The terror, the tremors, the yearning—descend..
My angel—so far—and hover,
And hold your silver breath!
For you are about to ignite
Become..congeal..unite,
From Spirit, from Essence,
From Dust, from Might!
But wait my fawn, and hold by the gate.
Patience my child while the Icons awake.
I see your dreams, I hear your screams—
'Tis not time yet,
Though now it seems!

08/14/2011

Author's Note: Once upon a time, there was a girl that wished to have a child with me. But it was not to be...! My angel still waits!

Posted on 08/15/2011
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