Ascension of the FALLEN GODDESS
Waking through the thorns her bare feet are bleeding,
to feed on her warm blood the fallen ones are pleading.
But she walks on her way.
Bathed in her blood the scorched earth has been quenched.
Under the silver moonlight her silky skin is drenched.
And she goes on her way.
Walking with the bleeding body she is in the pain.
Torn from her flesh her wings;will they ever flutter again.
But she feeds the earth her blood.
Like a flower secreting nectar to the butterfly.
She looks at the moon.
Her radiant face glows.
Her lips as red as wine.
Resemble a presence divine.
But she is bleeding like a mortal.
Dying with every drop.
Would her blood quenching the earth yield a crop?
The pain of a mortal is being felt by the sublime.
But she is walking under the silver moon now fallen but once divine.
The comforts of the grave are not meant for her.
She is in the fallen league to join The LUCIFER.
Once a heavenly she descended the earth like a feather.
But now with the bleeding body torn wings from her flesh,
she has fallen from the clouds.
Conspiracy of the heavens has yielded her the fall.
As she fell a prey to the darkness's call.
She makes a neverending river of her own blood as she walks along.
As the paradise is lost and there she doesn't belong.
The portals to the god has been closed for her.
But she walks along the blood lit path as she makes the river.
The silver moon lit night makes her milky white skin glow like marble sculpture.
And now her name has been engraved in the fallen ones' scripture.
The shivering winds blow making the infernal music through the haunted woods.
As the fallen creatures greedily feed on her blood as it suits their moods.
The incarnation of a fallen goddess is about to begin.
In the scarlet forest fed by her blood counting on the sin.
The screams of the nocturnal creatures rise with fear.
As the breast of the once scorched earth is about to tear.
Her eyes unfold the untold story.
Of the nevertold heavenly glory.
But now, "the one who once descended, has fallen".
Falling a prey to the grip of darkness.
She walks in to the grave of untold sadness.
With her fallen presence even the winds are flowing with madness.
There she walks along till she falls again,
into the torn breast of the earth.
And falls till the time she is goin under.
Screams won't bring her back anymore as she is no more listening.
As she is going under.
Once descended from the heavens,
now fallen into the underworld.
The depths of the heart of darkness provide her the new shelter,
burning her sublime self in the infernal flames she is scorched,
but not for long.
As soon she arises from her burning ashes from infernal flames,
the darkness will mark the ascension of the fallen goddess.
Ascending from the depths of darkness.
As the creatures of the night fed on her blood scream to prove her presence ascending from the grip of the depths of darkness.
