last night, DCmaster85 duct-taped me to the floor of the chat room. in return for my freedom, i traded a poem. His requested words:
bliss, release, stars

this poem still needs a title. Anyone?

it is said
that, long ago,
when this fragile world was but newborn
the Goddess and Her Consort
the Lady and Her Lord
did walk the land
and were, then, as we are now:
flesh, and earthbound.

it is said
that now, in this time,
as this gaudy world spins with more speed than grace
the Goddess and Her Consort
the Lady and Her Lord
do seek Their release through us
and by the transcendent alchemy of power and pain
strength and supplication
the sacrament of exquisite torment offered and accepted
is all flesh made flame.

it is said
that, one day,
when this weary world basks in the carmine light of a dying sun
that We shall be
the Goddess and Her Consort
the Lady and Her Lord
and in Our eternal bliss
You shall sire Gods upon me
and I shall be mother to stars...

--elyse