cliff

 

the high priestess,

rolling her orb of moonlight,

an ode to my justice,

my righted sense of purpose

forever a weight to drag at my feet,

as nothing will ever leave me.

she steps to the cliffside,

overhanging all of my depth,

peering into the sea of shrapnel and flame,

to which she calls:

this alighted expanse, will you serve or will you survive? 

i beckon you, arise.

and so i did.

under the fullness of my moon's light,

i find myself sitting at this cliff.

never did i know how much power

births from within.

my moon chuckles at my veiled sight,

she knew all along.