I was born on the darkest night of Saturn,
under a waxing crescent moon.
I was domiciled
in a place where evil loomed day and night.
There,
my dreams were massacred
before I ever dreamt them.
My voice was silenced
before I ever spoke.
My wings were severed
before I ever learned to fly,
but I made of my hell
a fantasy land
of endless cosmic islands,
a land where faerie mermaids
sing the prettiest songs.
There,
I floated and swayed
amongst the rows
of asters and lilacs.
I sang to the neon skies,
and danced
with the undying willows,
played with the blue tigers
and watched volcanoes erupt in floral flames.
I spoke to my moon-Star goddess,
my confidant.
Her eyes were blazing
and her lips were glowing.
Her crown adorned
with silver quartz so bright,
and all that covered
her nakedness was the ink
of her sacred geometry.
But she fades like my favorite dreams.
The sweet breeze
gently strokes
her phosphorescent hair
and she says to me
“Child, this isn’t your time again
Go and fight that demon,
leave him bloodless.”
The image of her always on my mind and her words beautifully etched over my scars.
My reverie governed most of my childhood
for I knew that one day
I would dream my own dreams,
I would roar with a voice so strong.
I will fly
the way I was meant to.