Once women

There’s never been a devil, carving out brambles in the earth’s hollow,

But once a woman, rose up, tiamat, began swelling, her self within,  writhing

In love of her own awakening

(She thinks she’s obsidian, in me the dawning)

Within clusters of populated righteousness, banners Christian and feminist,

She looks for herself, within hollow circles, not containing her, finds nothing,

Save people fighting her apparition

(Her hair the same as mine now!)

Sees nothing else but mirrors, misshapen ideas,  philosophies, religions,

Hollowed out and barren, bent distort light, reflection of night, within selves,

Only her own spirit, looking out

(I found you and I’m reaching out, no matter what they pretend, I’ll find you all over again today

find you all over again, tomorrow)

Once great, and never evil, tiamat, large and chaotic, wound around and within

Our universe. The key we lost fighting a battle against you, key to the Other Realm

Buried within our primal selves: to escape our prison within!

(I keep fighting this, and there’s no use trying, I’m led by a genius. You are the key and the binding. I’m led by a Queen)