Goddess of Mercy

Breathing the hovering solitude
I cannot feel anything else.
Hearts are ripped off and put in the jars.
Wind is too strong to light a candle in this cold world.
Too many frozen quadrants have stabbed my warm soul,
That it could become as cold as this place we live in.
I can see a correct measure
Of the materialistic pleasure we live for.
In the deep night when we sleep and have a good or bad dreams,
The mist of coldness and cruelty above the world rolls away and crashes into the mountains.
Night is just a goddess of mercy dressed in black.
Let her embrace you with her dark velvet full of stars,
So your soul can jump from star to star in the rhythm of her silent song.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem. I like the use of the Goddess of the night being the needed mercy.
"Night is just a goddess of mercy dressed in black.
Let her embrace you with her dark velvet full of stars,
So your soul can jump from star to star in the rhythm of her silent song."
The above was described with skill. Create safe place and good vision. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[R.A. Youngblood]

Thank you. :D

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.