My Room Poem by Maria Rose

Once—
The walls of my room was
made of silver stones of moon
and lighted by the stars of heaven.
My winged room flew
across the scapes of waters,
mountains and valleys

One day—
A monstrous snake crawled in
through the window extinguishing
the heaven-lent light out of my room.
I stood and shuddered in the Erebus of my room
in dread of the moment
the forked tongue lashed on my body.
In the brief lightening I saw
blood dripping from my moon-lent walls.

Afterwards—
Never light dawned upon me
And the fatal hissing trailed
Me rest of my darkness.
Some times I vainly tried to
wash away the stains from my walls
with my kisses and tears..