She rose like the mist from the stars,
A shadow in the great nebula.
Up she flew, robes billowing beneath her dusky feet,
Her hair, ethereal as it eclipsed the moon,
Her presence radiating like the beacon of Minerva;
Illuminating the very fabric which wove the entire universe together
On and on she advanced, wearing a smile that calmed all.
Down below, a beast lingered,
Bearing an abhorring guise,
That of a terrifying fiend,
Repugnant with the malice that manifested itself on his demonic countenance.
Lacking valour to face the luminescent splendour above,
He rose slowly, menacingly
When enough pluck was accrued,
He zoomed towards the shining glory
Halting across from her, his eyes unwavering.
Discharging orbs of fire
With colossal intensity unknown to any soul or spirit.
She watched the mischievous sprite rise up beneath her,
As though dealing with an impertinent child,
Bemusement broadened her smile
He rose to her level,
She was proud of her son,
Though dismayed by his preferences.
Then the spheres came,
Profoundly sad, she spread her wings, raised her hands
With deafening thunder came the rain,
Smothering every solitary globule of flame into the depths of the land.
He was almost there,
A few more rounds and all was done
Still smiling, opening her arms to take him back
Foolish woman!
He wouldn’t come
Not again inside the enemy’s snare
The thunder shrieked, the wind bellowed
The rain was rapid
His fire transformed into a sedated glow.
Down and down he plummeted
Into an endless abyss;
He knew his end was near
Courage left him yet again.
His mother’s beaming resplendence alone;
Could now grant him reprieve.
She looked down
As her boy plunged deeper into Lucifer’s cave
Tears replaced her smile and mingled with the rain.
Rife with all that he had left behind;
His deeds,
His transgression,
His sins,
His shame.
