Controller of waves,
Bringer of storms,
Lover of the full moon,
Joey.

Majestic like the swan,
Floating with love,
Danced with the wind as she blew,
Joey.

Shrouded in mystery,
Deeply focused on her,
He figured her out,
Joey.

Flesh, free, open, unnerving
angry and crying,
taken for granted.

Jewel of the south,
angry at any intruder
but wings open at sight of the loving knight.

Shielded by the forest
The red dragon

Conquered at the sight of the knight
Tears fall now,
our red dragon
Conquered at last.

This thought for I have sinned.
My mothers warns against my skin.
Her lies coursing through my veins controlling my moves.
I weep in pews and pray.

I scar myself until blood spews.
Angry at the life I did not choose.
I continue to live for my mother,
Who lied to me and scarred me like no other.

No unclean thoughts, no tainted movements.
I live a life behind a wall unaware of the choosing I have.

Any thoughts, any words that are deemed disrespectful.
I flog myself until I come clean.
Until I have felt I served for my sins.
Until my body shows the turmoil my mind carries.

This is what it means to atone.

Sun and Moon.
Two very different beings.
One appears during light,
One during night.

They fight for dominance over the sky;
Neither can see each other.

They are two giants at war.
Never to know the gaze or touch of the other.

In darkness i search for light,
In light i yearn for darkness.
I solemnly pray for the changing tides.
I unwittingly am blind.

I whisper out to darkness.
“The voice of a succubus”, he responds
I yearn for the light.

I whisper out to light.
“The voice of an angel”, he responds
But i am unwittingly blind.
I yearn for the dark.

In the night i yearn for light,
In the light i search for darkness,
I pray for changing tides.

I know you did not pray for me,
I know you did not come to my womb with desire.
You are of my ribs,
You are of the dark.

You did not come from my womb with desire.
You come from body of evil,
Of the ribs of a demon.

Heavy feet stomped the ground,
A man with no past, a man with a future to carve.
Raised by animals, follower of the river, home in the woods
His name was Nothing.

Wandered too far,
Roamed the village.
They stare in awe, they gawked.
His tall frame crowding the dirt made streets.
**** and vulnerable. He suddenly felt alone.

A woman dressed in brown saved him,
Gave him food and clothes.
‘I am Nothing’ He spoke to her.

She spoke the name Alexander.
Alexander of Nothing