Thread: Any writers on TI?

Here's something for you, Jenna.


Our Lady of Infinite Majesty ©


Prancing to the beat of divine beauty,
She pulls gravity of any orbit, like
A vindicated countess observing her reign
Among mere mortals, for
Her embrace shines through,
Shimmering and charged, as
Electric waves caught in the air, and
Doused in a squirreling flame, she becomes:
Rüya, whom dispels your flimsy desire, and
Dancing upon notions of a romantic thirst, she’ll
Cast hallowed imprints of bliss to long;
Celestial moons fragment, splintering a wounded soul.

Magnetized by a polar lust, she leaves
One stumbling, guessing, and addicted
To the Fable,
Craving another glance, and
Tranced like the Siren or the Sylph;
She’ll come back ‘round.
Walking with painless strides
Over fields of shattered glass,
Green and covered in innocent blood—
Sins of the past reckoned during
Final moments of truth and clarity;
She binds your senses to an unimaginable scene:
Quenched in her paralyzing detail,
Rivaled by queens and Goddesses alone, she may
Allow you to trespass on shards of obsidian flows, and
Discover her infinite plan as
She continues to dance and step
Out of this world;
Existing only in dreams, you see.

On a flickering time line with a blink,
The passion is through, left distilling
The thought of could be, should be, but never—
Crystallize into a form: Her touch, we’ll
Call it magic, for
I am restored merely by her presence.

In the wake of rebirth, set free;
Howling as we ascend toward the sun, crying
Within the last degrees of twilight,—
Watching as she whispers, and listening to
Her fathomless secrets of a forbidden physic; trembling
Beneath veils of shivering courage, I ask
The ephemeral questions, and
Wonder in faint perception
About the absence of Majesty, while
Her heavenly perfection gleams
Everlasting and Eternal.