She fell to earth deliberately,
a goddess of the sun
Adorned in purple majesty,
A mystery on the run
As I recall, her fall was not
a state of venomous fate
But more a deeper shade of blue
when lovers suffocate

Appearing at the moment
chaos reared its ugly head
When people hungered for a change
from days of doom and dread
The gods that they once worshipped
left their planet years before
And ever since they’ve prayed
for someone new they could adore

And so they built a temple
and she blessed them with a lie
For when we follow blindly
it’s much easier to deny
We hear exactly what we want
while craving what we lust
With ravenous intentions
how our idols surely rust

We see exactly what we need
when living in despair
And hope is food on which to feed
a meal we all must share
And soothing words may calm
the raging waters of the heart
But love becomes a beacon
when your world is torn apart

For sacrificing silence is a deafening affair
And whispers come to nothing
when our voices disappear
And diamonds that are dangled
often strangle our desires
Keeping souls off balance
as they’re drowning in the fire

These tales of gods and monsters
Passed from one life to the next
Are crafted by the victors
Poets rewriting the texts
And myths are merely stories
Draped in centuries of lies
Waiting for another goddess
From the violent skies

And so she was exhalated
as a legend in her mind
Promising a future
Dulled inside the lines of time
But nothing was her substance
Same as words float on thin air
Her pages soon were graying
Like the color of her hair

For desperation breeds confusion
Loss confirms our needs
And worship is illusion
Crimson red, we all must bleed
And power is a word we place
Above the ones who ask
The message that we seek remains
Well-hid behind a mask

And power is a vacuum
sucking every vague detail
An image built upon a dream
A battle meant to fail
For time reveals the truth
As castles fall through shifting sands
Her reign became a burden
lonely tears inside her hands

And then her eyes beheld a soul
Encased in human skin
A spirit she was meant to meet
To stir her blood again
A story written in the stars
Like fire inside the sun
Enraptured in a song of time
Her ending had begun

Until her longing overwhelmed
the age of lover’s past
The sadness of the centuries
Assured that nothing lasts
She had no purpose in this world
Her follows had grown cold
The wicked winds of change did blow
Another story told

She fell back up into the sky
Much worse than when she came
To find herself another lie
Become another name
And now she is a goddess
in a photo on a phone
Reining over pixels
And the souls who live alone

And all the people carry on
As if she never left
Praying for a savior
Doing what they wilt (at best)
Raising up their glasses
to the whom she used to be
Trying to remember
As she fades from history

TM DiSarro
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