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Diana Part 1

Diana was a goddess formed of pure light,
more beautiful than the stars in the night.
A perfect creation born of energy and magical bliss,
born from the womb of universal consciousness.
Sitting in her throne watching man learn to crawl,
they sparked her interest she was enthralled.
She decided to descend to walk earth’s dark soil,
to ease the burden of a world in turmoil.
To lead them out of darkness into magical light,
giving them the gift of spiritual sight.
Drawing the planets into a straight line,
giving them the gift of powers divine.
This is the legend of Diana, mother moon,
coming to earth to make magic bloom.

Her entrance, graceful delight,
walking on particles of bright moonlight.
The mortal image she cast, beauty divine,
long black hair silken and fine
blowing in the wind to sway the human mind.
All eyes in the village turns as she speaks,
her beauty makes the grown men weep.
They stood at attention, rapture on their face,
their fears and worries all replaced,
by hope and love for this enchantress divine,
who stepped out of heaven to this space in time.

She gave them a gift simple and pure,
a gift to last forever, humanities cure.
The secret of life’s energies flowed through her hands,
just one of the gifts she gave to man.
Taught them to wrap spells around lost souls,
to chant incantations to make crops grow.
How to make their young healthy and strong,
incantations to curse those that did wrong.
She gave them a gift of magic bringing delight,
asking it never be used for evil’s dark light.

For a year and a day she walked with man,
teaching him about her magical plan.
She lay with one special who caught her eye,
knowing she was forever young, but he was destined to die.
They walked together through field and brook,
each new day a piece of her heart he took.
It came as a shock, quite a surprise,
in mid-Autumn her belly did rise.
She was with child, a mortal’s seed,
the gift from man she would keep, this was her decree.
Her child would ascend to the heavens raised as a god,
destined to return with a golden rod.
A scepter of light magically divine,
someday to rule over all mankind.

Tis came to pass a daughter was born,
with roses and buttercups her body adorned.
Called her Aradia, daughter of light,
no mortal had seen a more beautiful sight.
Diana ascended to the heavens above,
taking Aradia, a reminder of a mortal’s love.
After she left magic did flourish,
through out the land the secrets were nourished,
by wise priest predicting the day,
Aradia would return to light the way.

A century did pass and the world turned dark,
war was rampant, violence a spark.
Blood did flow covering the land,
the world tilted wrong dooming mortal man.
Diana sat in her heavenly home,
hearing their cries and loud pitiful moans.
Many a night her promise burned her ears,
to send her daughter back fueled her fears.
She exiled herself to the dark side of the moon,
knowing the time of the prophecy was coming soon.
Aradia must go to lead the whole human race,
she was to be their saving grave.
Tis so hard for a mother to let go,
even a goddess who never grows old.
Her tears fell like rain from heaven,
the stars lined up forming a seven.
Brilliantly lit for mankind to see,
another sign of the prophecy.

Aradia  Part 2

DARKNESS is
humanity’s temptress riding naked through darkest night
on wings of a demon spawned from hell’s firelight.
Clutched in her hand a scepter of gold,
spreading diamonds of ice and bitter cold.
Leaving behind a withering forsaken land,
death and destruction falls to mortal man.

She crossed herself three times,
creating a darkness of shallow minds.
A plague of ignorance covered the world,
around her head embers of hatred curled,
setting ablaze many lost souls.
Reading incantation from ancient dead scrolls,
releasing evil’s malicious intent,
upon mankind her wrath she did vent

The rich got richer, mother’s cried,
the poor enslaved or crucified.
War loomed large, blood covered the land,
tis a part of Darkness’s plan.
Rich kings fought rich kings, the poor a sacrifice,
money was God and no price for a life.
The world tilted toward destruction ever so fast,
seems man’s future was lost in the past.

Darkness didn’t expect a savior to rise,
from the heavens lighting black skies.
Her breast was virtue and morality her seed,
a princess on high from an angelic breed.
Daughter of Diana, goddess of magical delight,
coming to earth clothed in bright moon light.
Her father was mortal and long since dust,
she born of passion and divine loving trust.
Aradia came riding on wings of salvation
fulfilling prophecy and ancient revelation.

Darkness is darkness and light is light,
confrontation of forces, a goddess cat fight.
Darkness spoke viscous, foul words of evil incarnate,
and out of her scepter sprang seven black snakes.
Glistening long bodies slimy with death,
long nasty fangs and sulfurous breath.
They struck at Aradia but missed their mark,
and on a fight to the finish they did embark.

Aradia grabbed a handful of cosmic debris,
cast it at Darkness so she could not see.
Then took her own golden scepter swinging with grace,
sent the snakes flying into the dark void of space.
They bounced off a star in to the milky way,
tis in heaven the first pin ball game was played.
They bounced around from star to star,
Darkness never saw it coming from afar.
Blinded from cosmic debris, never saw her doom,
as the snakes bounced off the dark side of the moon.
Glowing from the heat of their heavenly flight,
plunging into Darkness with universal might.
The heavens lit up bright as ten suns,
in the all consuming heat Darkness did burn.


Aradia returned to earth, revived the magic,
man ceased the evil slaughter ever so tragic.
She taught them of love and light once more,
and to make music with a melodic score.
She became a part of the earth, her essences in everything,
mountains, brooks, flowers and song birds that sing.
You can feel her in the gentle blowing wind,
her spirit flourishes, blossoming in the spring.
When new life begins to abound,
you can feel her love all around.
So take a walk with nature and Aradia you will find,
the essence of life sweet and divine.

iblieve

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello iblieve and WELCOME TO MM!

I love your avatar - nice an colorful - like a Mosaic!  :lovie:

I've little time to read your intriguing and awesome poem tonight, but I have started it and will pop back in later this week. You've picked a great LADY to write about and for your first post! I always enjoy reading themed pieces here!  :vic:


Captivated,
Cleo  :pharoah:

[Guest_zara_*]

Hi iblieve~ This is an awesome poem my friend! Was just passing by and saw your post here.  I was captivated by this story. Fantastic imagery and beautiful flow and form to it. Masterfully crafted poetry~~    ~~

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damn baby, only you could do a story poem like this! This is one of your best pieces ever and yes, Im green with envy;)
Love ya anyways~Heidi Ann

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iblieve,
wonderful fairytale told with an enchanting style.
Good rhyming scheme.
Larry

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Dear iblieve

This is quite a long work, and I think could be "tightened up" a little.

Let me look through the first 4 lines and offer suggestions, which, I hope you know, are only MY ideas, and to be taken or tossed by YOUR decision.

Diana, goddess of pure light,
prettier than the stars of night,
A creation of energy, magical bliss,
from the womb of universal consciousness.

compared to yours :

Diana was a goddess formed of pure light,
more beautiful than the stars in the night.
A perfect creation born of energy and magical bliss,
born from the womb of universal consciousness.

This was a very quick reworking, I'm not saying it should be a final set of words, just trying to show an alternative. Read each aloud, see how they gel with you, and let me know.

Btw, I'm NOT a minimalist, but I do this same thing to my works after the first thlpew onto the page. Sort of editing. There are time in mine when I can take out 3 whole lines and replace with one good adjective !

Love
Alan

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Thanks Alan for taking the time to look at my work and offer helpful advice.  This is what makes me love this site.  In the past people would rip your poems apart, at other sites, but offer no real advice or alternatives, so it is appreciated and I will consider the changes.  Thanks again my friend and thanks for reading me. iblieve