She was always the one and only Strong Proud A mount of stone amid countless stares She, always lost in reflection so deep and distant, vaguely disturbing She, whose gist is hard to define Wanted to be properly understood Consistently lost in a long and stubborn slumber She... The wolf mother Full of concern And endless vigor Utterly sublime The finger of death across her chest The fear of the grave rising dreadfully Devoid of children, through tears she spoke of ultimate conversion And the destroyer came and left her nailed She was fading slowly Drifting back to her original solemn silence, Her extraterrestrial scarlet evanescing Leaving gray debris full of memories of unconditional love Tangled coils writhing quietly and dispersing In the shadows of the rocky throat The pearl gravel resting peacefully in its eternal place Forever casting its light Forever casting its light
casting, evanescing, gist, dreadfully, consistently