Twilight of the Goddess

1. From the breadth of the heavens
   And the depths of hell,
   A gathering force
   Will soon prevail.
   The owl cries out
   Before the moon's rise,
   Love, unrequited
   May you finally be united.

2. I remember the bright world
   Of yore.
   The words that wove that spell
   Ancient memory, land that fell
   Forever distant
   Yet so close
   A casual comment could awaken most
   Wonder.
   I remember the bright world
   Of yore,
   A land once known by many.
   Dare one look within
   Mound and hill
   The rock and cliff will
   Tremble with fire.
   No modern man can recall
   The words that link and summon all
   To the celebration.
   No modern mind can meld
   And hold that life yet thrives
   Beneath the mold,
   A light
   A ring
   In forest old.
   Not song, not sound can modern ears
   Behold
   No music
   No dance
   From skillful hearts
   So old they knew your forebears.
   I remember the bright world
   Of yore.
   Even now, when memory
   Is a burden,
   A chore.
   I remember the bright world
   Of yore.
   -MK

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