Medusa's Chant

Metal on metal singing through the air,
closed eyes of Eve now open to see.
Haunting madness of the shackled song,
incessant humming of her mind.

Medusa’s bones chant to Paradise's prisoner,
Eve cries to a God of exiled beliefs.
Darkness circling, buried suffrage
echoing within the labyrinth of stone hearts.

Screams pour forth from the night,
pebbles line the sacred circles,
reflective pasts of beating hearts,
Lilith's song a fettered memory.

Medusa's tears plummet from the sky,
chalices overflow with sacred rain,
hardened souls of drunken men
swilling the salty nectar.

Keening squall marinates crag hymns,
clamorous cries of silent voices,
shattering Medha's mask,
spilt blood banishes synthetic creeds.

From afar Lilith whispers the name covertly cradled,
boundless garden Eden bane of restrictive gates.
Casually Lilith strolls into Eve's awaiting embrace,
labyrinth swoons as the souls of adamant men wake.

On the wings of owls, hawks and sparrows,
Medusa's hymn floats on a celestial breeze,
Lilith's slumbering soul drunk on the melody,
the spiraling gossamer of unfulfilled dreams.

Maze center drawn nigh,
mouth to mouth Eve and Lilith,
ghostly shadows Athena and Medusa,
ecliptic souls hum the chant of balanced natures.

Standing witness amongst rubble of stone,
tendrilled male hearts, a pulsing canticle.
Castrated myths of separate paths,
Sophia's veil a dissolving shield.

Medusa's head a rising moon,
harbored in the arms of Abraxas.
Immortal beauty in symmetry restored,
living within the Ouroboros.

dlt © April 19 2005