Her Lovely Fertile Dance

Her Lovely Fertile Dance

A Poem by MrCthulhu
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A Mother whose darkness is the life affirming womb and the ever growing void that we consider space.

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When the moon wreathed her light 
Into the cold and darkened night 
She danced and sang with stars above 
Showing the earth, her teemed with love 
Then from the void of timeless space 
Where dead suns look face to face 
Smiling heat of ultimate fire 
Like the sting of thorn or briar 
She danced there, legs spread wide 
Into the galaxy, like a tide 
Knowing nothing nor anything 
Yet into the abyss her lips did sing 
Her song of ice and fire did roar 
Across the planets her voice did soar 
Past the blanket of time and space 
Past the working gods of grace 
Beyond the ring of spirits she 
Sang into eternity 
Upon her voice, and in her tone 
Expressed the deepness of alone
Then from her womb a beaming bright 
Bringing forth the first of light 
And by that act, she had praised 
The first of night, and first of days 
It is how it is, and how it will stance 
In her lovely fertile dance 

© 2012 MrCthulhu


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Added on November 12, 2012
Last Updated on November 12, 2012
Tags: void, space, goddess, mother, night, darkness, time, universe, yin

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MrCthulhu
MrCthulhu

Tyne Valley, Prince Edward Island, Canada



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