From the shallow streams,
lying in ash,
I am renewed
I rise from the darkest of rivers
No shark can tempt me.
I stole his gills for my music box
And fashioned his skinned carcass
into a leather gown.
No barracuda can control me.
His fangs became my necklace
And his body my boots.
No killer whale can kill like me.
Don’t bother asking his pod
how kind fate treated them.
Inside my damp tomb,
I claw my way back from the depressed depths
where no spiders cling
no beetles cringe
or crickets sing.
My soul lies in Tartarus.
My insides revamp
I am colder than a sluggish clam
My heart never shall beat
in irregular tone
But never fear, your queen
Darkaidia, has returned.
Call me your Empress.
Kiss my skeleton feet
Kneel in my presence
Present me with your unborn
Behold the future you thought abandoned
Creatures of the night, embrace me.
Zombies rip their brains out of their hollow heads
Vampires stop suckling human blood
Harpies lose their shrill voice at my sight
Cerberus has but one head left.
Where I walk, red hibiscus coil away,
Morning glories mourn my return
But you shall not live beyond the year
Remember the darkness
The cold creeps through your bones
like a venomous viper
stealing your zen
spiriting your song to a netherworld.
Life disappears as the end approaches
blood stops boiling, fluids harden
and the nightingale pitches a warning tale
Look to the orange moon
hanging against the onyx sky
where the stars are on fire
and the last lightning bolt torches the world
Laughter has become a war cry
Tears are soap
Boulders are a crypt
You have found your new nightmare.
-Fotini (Tia) Polihros