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.