Blackness…. and the whisper stills
the deep divides the sky.
The land, it groans in labor
giving birth to the evil child.
The child, though lovely, bleeds away
the earth’s life giving milk.
The air becomes a choking fog,
Her hands uprooted silt.
The child, he cries, “Give me more!”
The earth, he bleeds her dry.
Yet still she gives, her love immense.
The child conquers her with pride.
Alone, she wails ; her son absorbs. Consuming til the very end.
But still she gives , her love intense; Her barren soul gives in.