Goddess

She is trouble

Graceful dignified, and kind

Speaking in mild words

 

Tears in the open

The countenance of the damned

A veil of sorrow

 

Consort of the world

Its broken, bloody wreckage

The cosmic victim

 

Lie beneath the stars

Mother, and child in the field

Shed the will to live

 

Held in agony

Bemoan the steady heartache

The other, herself

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