the relic

pitch-black pearl pendant
chained in golden ligatures

each a nexus of prior reflections
in a prophets protective armor

priestly tales its secrets past
legends bear no time elapse

ghostly goddess pursues her call
shadowy victim of a wizard’s wall

thru folds of conjurored spells
her soul he doth keep
‘neath a desert tempest dune
where bedeviled dragons weep

Oceania spirit her fiery breed
daughter spawn from Neptune’s seed

She will not break, she will not bend
until the charmer makes amends

and humbles his heart before her throne
and honors the light that once was known
beneath the moons of EtidorhpA