Golden Silver Dust Magical Wanderlust Part Five Poem by G J Salgado

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