There were rumours
- the kind whispered
around a campfire
or in bed after lights out -
of a goddess hidden away,
trapped on earth
many centuries ago,
gaze uncovered
so that she might witness
the atrocities of humanity.

If the darkest tales are true,
when the time comes,
when the bindings fail,
when she escapes,
mad with rage,
she will break the earth
and all upon it.

Even so, it is said that
she alone can save us.


NCL July 2019

Stop - I don’t want to talk to you
Your kind of crazy is contagious
I remember too well the girls like you
Unprovoked fits, erupting rampageous

You’re not a little girl, so cut the ****,
Even if you utter threats and swear
Just because you’ve lowered yourself
Doesn’t mean I have to join you there

embrace Love,
starve Hate;
save yourself
- it's too late
for me

I’ve danced
with Jealousy,
passed Judgement
self-indulgently,
chased Favour,
stolen Thunder

- it’s a wonder
I’m still around
to harbour Ill Will
but I’ve found
that all of these distill
eventually into Rage
- it feels like Freedom
but it’s just another cage

embrace Love,
starve Hate;
save yourself
it's never too late