Revelations

I am the woman clothed with the sun. My head crowned with stars, and the moon at my feet. Above you all, I am your mother, free from sin, free from pain. Rays like ribbons wrap my skin. Warmly I glow. I am not the woman clothed with the sun.

I am the whore who rides the dragon's back. All of Babylon crumbles at my feet. Below you, but more powerful, you ride your sweet seducer. All of mankind is ripe for my taking. Flames tear through the dark sky from my lover's mouth, my thighs spread wide. I am not the whore who rides the dragon's back.

I am the beast who's sign marks your face. A more tempting seducer, I used fear and power to lure you. Now the world is mine for destroying, and the damned still praise my name. Ignorance is my brother, and all the faithless crouch, trembling, before me. I am not the beast who's sign marks your face.

I am the people, scared and damned. Impatiently, I wait for my Savior. He will never come for me. Not long from now the dragon will consume me too, but no amount of repentance can save a marked soul. Tears are my last barrier from truth. I am not the people, scared and damned.

Mother

Now, three years have passed.
Lonely, isn't it?
I'm walking across the stage,
All dressed up to leave,
Family with tears in their eyes,
So proud of me,
My accomplishments recognized,
My goals achieved,
I beam as brightly as I can,
Shining in the sun,
Because although she cannot be here,
With tears in her eyes, too,
I can still have her with me,
Etched into my dragon's bones.

Poems

The Curtain Falls On Us All
(in imitation of John Godfrey Saxe)

Twas warm young night
took me by the hand
and her moon gave light
leading where to stand,
on the dying shore,
on the sleeping sand.

Her flowing gown
blending with the sea,
Her stars shone down
so I could easily
see the stage spread out
where my mother be.

Her solo song
with her gurgling throat
with the notes too long
and her glazed eye gloat
on her hospital bed,
on her last life boat.

There my mother sang
of a differnt time
when the church bells rang,
aria sublime,
reaching out to me
with its welcome rhyme.

And I cried to night,
"Won't you let her go?
For she can't breathe right
and her heart's too slow,
and I'm far too young
to be pulled so low."

But the night spoke not
then the stage beamed bright
with my mother caught
in a dance of fright,
And I couldn't see
With my eyes shut tight.

My hand stretched far
so to hold mom's wrist,
Keep her mind afar,
Still her flailing fist,
As the curtain fell
on her life love tryst.

-I could do nothing but cry and wish.

Denial of the end

They're sprawling on my back,
Making obscene gestures,
Biting and crawling
like black fiery catarpillars.
It tickles when
their needle claws rip through my skin,
And burns a little
when the dragon belches flame.
I would tell them to stop,
but it would be too hard
to stop the apocalypse.
Wasn't it the Aztecs
said it would happen in 2012?
Figures,
they'd be wrong.
An iron tooth is buried in my shoulder.
Now it seems, stuck.
Wild primordial laughter is roaring in my ear.
Shut up, you bastards.
I roll my eyes in typical manner,
and continue on my way
with monster at each other's throats,
Spilling blood,
Spilling rust,
all over my lower back.
I will not turn around
for you to see
the creatures in
The final throes of battle,
Behemoth and Leviathan.