Tragic Goddess

 

Your eyes are as green as aventurine

With dark circle outlines of the moon

You are a Goddess amongst mortal souls

Encasing more magic than the oldest of runes

 

You are more enchanting than a Pagan dawn

The sun rises for you through her jealousy

Roses bow to you and soften their thorns

While sirens blow kisses from the deepest of seas.

 

Your lips like the first blush of colour in spring;

Soft petals in the morning dew

And your hair as black as raven’s wings

Beauty was born when the angels brought you.

 

But my love, you’re clothed in shadow

And your beauty laced with pain

The will of Melpomene shall rule you

Through the moons wax and wane.

 

By Gemma Lansdowne