The Sun, The Moon and The Stars
The Thestral Mother,
Caged behind empty bars.
Oh! How she longs for freedom
A free flight into her own kingdom
A kingdom of yonder and space baubles
An endless universe of flying cats and
Giant lit marbles.

The Thestral Mother watches on
What is dead cannot Die
Wings of night and a beak that never lies
Is this the price one has to pay?
For a life to never say
A lie, a folly, a myth, a nay
Oh! Thestral Mother your beak stings like a bee.

I began as the other
I was an innocent, I loved without reason
But after all these years
I still reek of being another.

Men catch the whiff
In my perfume, my sweat, my phlegm, my viscera.
Should I bathe again ?
I can't seem to get this stink off!

They want to touch me, feel me, caress me
But they don't want to love me.
I am the Mistress

I am the season that's always about to end
I am the burnt out cigarettes and the scars on my thighs.
I am the Mistress
Everybody just wants to touch me
And never be mine.