LINDA M. CRATE

you: my hell 

savior

is the identity

you assume,

a deception;

because

you're a devil

an angel who lost his wings—

because you cannot fly

you seek to break the wings

of those who can,

to pull them into your dark void;

a maddening and painful hell

without warmth only winter—

but i am summer's daughter,

so i burned away all your ice and snow;

planted flowers in my gardens

watched them grow and promised myself

i would never stop winging my way

towards the way of my dreams

because they are my heaven—

& you? my hell. 

don't stand in my way

you buried me, but like a bad habit i came back from the dead;

learned to embrace my darkness because without night

there are no stars and moons no matter how much light i can emit i am shining—

you are a black hole a place where things and hearts come to die,

but you do not have any power here; i am a queen not the rabbit hearted girl  you left behind—

i've reclaimed my voice, my magic, my power, and my ambitions; i have become limitless—

stand in the way of this damphyr, and you shall find the sweetest music of silence echo in your ears for eternity 

as death becomes your bride forevermore; and never more shall i be your prisoner. ****************copyright Linda M. Crate