Rise

The high tides brought nothing but 

black soiled water, leaving behind 

the carcasses of oil drenched fishes and birds. 

You could smell the poisoned sea 

for miles yet you could smell the shift 

of Her coming. She knows nothing of 

time or memory; she simply is. 

The Golden Divine will ascend once again 

upon the rise of the blackened waters 

and dead animals. For she is has been 

freed, rattled awake by the dancing 

wild women.

The Return

Destructive erected

Waves slam onto 

Shorelines, clearing

Everything in it's path. 

Sophia emerges wearing 

A black and gold robe 

Made of dark matter

And justice. Goddesses

Of the past embodying 

Her spirit carries the 

Weight of the Holy 

Grail cocooned in 

Their wombs, awaiting

The day she 

Returns. Don't worry; 

The sands in the eyes 

Of the humans become

Blown away by 

Sophia's breath as 

She reawakens through

Goddess Earth after 

The passing storm.

For Her

Red feathers sacredly whirl, falling to the earth. Screeches of change echoes throughout the atmosphere as she soars up towards the cloudless sky. She did not die. She re-emerged.