Gentle in her oil lamp sleep.
Boat lights glimmer
on the black water tides .
She was sure she had
figured out the patterns
of the currents .
Till a rouge wave
shifted her world
in concussive clouds of storms.

Her teachings were
of mercy and solicitude.
Yet she was a locked door
with a broken key.

A thunder spider in the
heart of a moon worshiper .
She slips from
wrath and vengeance
to mercy and forgiveness.

Throughout the eyeless night
Touched by God
Secret severe covenants
with beguiling elegance
stationed beneath the
Veranda of lost causes ,
She sleeps softly.
Knowing
Her freedom was bought
with the blood of others .