A Goddess of the Night Surrenders
Four drops on stone.
Four drops on land.
Fire burns.
Wind surrounds.
Mothernature consumes, then waits!
The Goddess bleeds for her blessings in surrender.
Will she be granted?
Wishing and Hoping for—RAIN—to give the final addition.
One single addition is all it will take for this Goddess to be granted her wishes.
Freedom from a lifetime of suffering and pain.
Eight simple drops of blood.
Not too much to ask in the scheme of things.
So she waits!
T I M E - T I C K S - B Y - S L O W L Y
She waits patiently, she has twenty-eight day till she has to do it all over again.
And again, Till the Heavenly Goddess up-above gives her final blessing,
OR
Our poor Goddess withers away a decrepit old crone.
Haggard and thoroughly in pain for the rest of her in-human life.
She waits!
And waits some more form the Rains!
Will they come and bless her finally?
It is the twenty-ninth night of her weight and another Full Moon.
Last night in her nightly prayers of surrenders,
Atheme in hand and at the ready, she waits.
Will this be the final night for her?
OR
She Waits and Wonders?
And Prays to her Goddess up above.
Time creeps by slowly these last few minutes while she waits and prays.
Tick Tock
Minute by minute.
Drip. Drip.
Was that?
Could it be? She asks herself?
Drip. Drip. Drip!
The Rains have come at the last hour, last minute, last second, of the Lunar Month.
The Goddess has been granted her blessing.
After a lifetime of pain and struggling, doing good for all of mankind.
She will finally in the crone of her exitance know peace at heart, mind, and body.
The Goddess has Surrendered to the Night Forever and at Peace for once.
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