She's meaningful
Her words have power
She's graceful
And with those words, she shall rule them all
Faster they came and faster they would be
The harder they fell the quicker they fell in love
She cast all of her spells into the Dead Sea
They still didn't know what she really was
Her tears came pouring in like floods
Time yearned when the clock stroke blood
No one knew who the world was faced with
But she did
Soon it wouldn't matter
The eclipse came and it shattered
It broke her into millions of pieces all over again
Those that were covering the Earth
In sparkles they fell just like rain
Upon the ones she made feel like dirt
She laughed at their fallen misery
They became blind and could no longer see
She smiled because she recreated history
They were the ones that could no longer be
She screamed at them all in agony
Hatred filled her heart as she saw their faces
She felt nothing for them, no empathy
It was obvious they knew their places
As they sat before her the blood dripped
Under the moonlight of the wilderness
Thirsty they were for the blood on her fingertips
They came and tasted its bitterness
Midnight came fast approaching
For the ones that the night would take
There wouldn't be any revoking
Frightened by the spell that was awake
Ice and Fire had met in the celestial skies
She changed into what they couldn't
They knew when they saw it in her eyes
She became everything that she shouldn't
To them it was all just a dream
Lightning struck midnight through her veins
She wasn't at all what she first had seemed
Once her brown eyes had turned grey
The night soon became a fool's daydream
There was nothing left of her that they could betray
She shined brighter than any sun
Yet her soul was of the darkest moon
It was the birth of everything she'd become
She turned dusk to dawn until midnight became noon
Extravagant she was
An artist's true purpose
In all that she does
She was the thorns within the most beautiful rose
What would be of this life we didn't choose
They walked blindly into her spell
Gripping them tightly in their hidden nooses
She knew the story all too well
The storyteller, a soft spoken muse
Thunder could be heard underneath her feet
When she walked she was the world's heartbeat
She knew she couldn't hide it
Hidden inside someone she would never know
She knew she shouldn't fight it
There was nowhere else she could go
She was the soul creator of the storm
Everything that once belonged was torn
Tangled in a warped time that was born
Her grey eyes and violet lips were all that she wore
She didn't know what she'd do
And she didn't know who she was
But for the first time she tasted the Moon
It tasted that of Golden Silver Dust
All the stories she told about her dreams coming true
And it was her very own bitter sweet Magical Wanderlust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The action of the narrative is back after that lyrical pause in Part Four and back with a sudden shift in tone. This is apocalyptic and relentless. It's an unleashing of the powers she embodies that have been dormant inside. Or perhaps she only represents these powers but in some way she too wants this destruction to fall as a reckoning for previous betrayal (?) Right now I'm going to re-read Part Five to seek clarity about this apocalyptic energy. Brief time out. // SHE BECAME EVERYTHING SHE SHOULDN'T. Her sudden reversal into an avenging angel may then be a reaction to these previous betrayals. But another passage suggests it's not a literal destructiveness: TO THEM IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM. But real or imagined, this destructiveness is some kind of punishment and we are told she feels NO EMPATHY for the victims. Apocalypse is always nasty business.