Prayer to the Dark Mother

by Columbine
Dedicated to Dawn of the Dead

Dear Truthful One, unsheathed Your claws and bright Your teeth by waning moon Come dance with us upon the bones of naive fancies grasped too soon The pulsing ruby glow that shines from Your wild eyes that never close Shall be our guide, lead us away from weed-choked lands where nothing grows We've placed our faith in empty ghosts, Your roaring chant drives them away Believed in words that sounded sweet, Your stamping feet grind them to clay One thing we ask we ask Your mighty heart, that as You rip away our lies Touch us with courage that we might look fearlessly into Your eyes And know that they pulse crimson hot not from Your wrath, nor lack of sleep, But from the tears that our resistance to Your lessons makes You weep. We writhe and bleed beneath Your claws, we scream "But we were never wrong!" Our fearful howling deafening us to Your melancholy song So carefully we built our dreams that crumble now between Your teeth We hide our eyes and shake for fear that there was nothing underneath But in the emptiness You bring, the nothing that is always true Please let us have the strength to seek our strange and priceless gift from You For when friends turn, and hope proves false, and luck runs out, and nothing's fair Whatever we can do is ours alone, for we are all that's there And what was weak was not our will, our minds, our hands, no, those were strong 'Twas rather others' weakness that we kept denying all along And when we've earned our solitude, and tasted it, and found it sweet Then we shall take Your hands in joy and dance the steps trod by Your feet For greatness is our Earthborn right, though most choose lives weak, mean, and small And we who can not understand, we need Your guidance most of all.