Once
upon a time, you were brilliant and beautiful.
Full
of power and blessed with privilege,
You
danced upon the stage of life,
full-glorious
in the light, admired by all.
Desiring
all that you could see,
All that you desired was yours.
Vain
and entitled, life was a game and you,
The
Queen, reveling in your mastery of it,
played
with abandon and the carelessness
of
one who has never known the truth of sorrow.
Confident
within yourself, and in the rightness of your power,
you
played with your puppets
and
tossed them aside when the next pretty thing caught your eye.
For
the desire of some sparkling token,
You
used your power to have what you desired,
and destroyed something of true worth.
Did
you know it then? Or did you only discover it after?
Now
you stand, in your silent isolation, as cold as the corpses you left behind,
Hooded
and cloaked in darkness, seeing nothing, making no sound.
Your
grief and despair wail unceasingly, surrounding you,
filling
your cavernous Temple of Sorrows,
moving
upon the rushing waters swirling continuously at your feet.
These
are your powers, your sorrows, your purpose.
These
are your children and your treasures, this sound and this temple.
Here
in the Abyss you reign as Queen.
You
followed me for lifetimes, unseen, unknown,
lifetimes
more have I carried you.
The
time has come to bid farewell,
But
my heart is reluctant to lose you.
For
what if, without
you and your sorrow,
my
heart is empty, or I
have no heart at all?
You
have been my companion, a part of me, for so very long,
how
do I abandon you forever?
Will
I still know myself without your sorrow in my soul?
I must let you go,
I
must cut the thread that binds us.
Unless
I do, we will always dance together in the darkness.
I must
step forward into my purpose, my future,
Into
my power, and the light.
You
have taught me well through time of many lives.
My
heart and soul will remember you,
even
when I am free of your sorrow and your grief.
I
promise you that what is remembered lives.
And
maybe someday we will dance together in
the light.
