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End of the First Era. [[Category:The Mirror Poetry]][[Category:Narrative Poetry]][[Category:Length: 124 lines]]<br />
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== Text ==<br />
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I<br />
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Under a brassy, golden sky<br><br />
I met the Queen of Heaven by<br><br />
The edge of a long and golden road<br><br />
Her eyes were dark, but they were cold<br />
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Her midnight hair drank in the light<br><br />
Her golden skin could burn my sight<br><br />
Her motorcycle matched her black<br><br />
Her kindled gaze made tension crack<br />
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The Queen of Heaven seemed to be<br><br />
Ice and fire equally<br><br />
The furnace of a heated sun<br><br />
Compacted to an iron gun<br />
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I was young, so she was too<br><br />
I’d rather that the sky were blue<br><br />
But Mother always chided, blunt<br><br />
We cannot have all things we want<br />
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Wanderer I’d ever been<br><br />
She raised her brow, expression sin<br><br />
“We ride the long and narrow road<br><br />
‘Til heavens burn and stars corrode”<br />
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The Queen of Heaven ought to be<br><br />
A story bright, a carol sweet<br><br />
The Queen of Heaven looked at me<br><br />
And set me trembling on my feet<br />
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II<br />
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The sky at dusk is brazen gold<br><br />
At morning light, red sunders bold<br><br />
Evening wakes the cloudswept green<br><br />
North for winter, flocks careen<br />
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We woke one night before the dawn<br><br />
To skies as pale as green chiffon<br><br />
TVs sputter words and chime<br><br />
“Beginning of the end of time”<br />
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The Queen of Heaven ’round her cup<br><br />
Curls her hand and drinks it up<br><br />
Coffee’s known to open lips<br><br />
Among the lies, some trueness slips<br />
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The mothers prayed by candlelight<br><br />
Though none was needed; skies were bright<br><br />
The fathers fought they knew not what<br><br />
With hopeless rage and words that cut<br />
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The girls at school were known to weep<br><br />
Huddled together like wild sheep<br><br />
The boys took off, for what could hold<br><br />
If time was dead and earth was old<br />
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The Queen of Heaven should not care<br><br />
When lost were all the reeling stars<br><br />
The Queen of Heaven tossed her hair<br><br />
Retorted, “Don’t you know what’s ours”<br />
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III<br />
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The road was long; we rode it hard<br><br />
The sun was gone, the nights unstarred<br><br />
We stayed in every kind of place<br><br />
Built by God or human race<br />
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We tasted water when we passed<br><br />
We ran the earth and mountains vast<br><br />
Caught dragonflies within our hands<br><br />
Traced the spider’s silken strands<br />
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The Queen of Heaven seemed to be<br><br />
A rebel woman, young like me<br><br />
A wayward beam, a scorching flare<br><br />
A ray of sunlight caught midair<br />
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Winds were rare, the hills unswept<br><br />
Summer’s balm was endless kept<br><br />
We stopped and watched the eventide<br><br />
With coffee and a scone beside<br />
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If red and green the skies display<br><br />
Do the color blind see gray<br><br />
Is all of heaven dimness now<br><br />
And to them beauty disallowed<br />
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The Queen of Heaven should regard<br><br />
If wounded souls belong to her<br><br />
The Queen of Heaven’s eyes were hard<br><br />
No answer would her tongue confer<br />
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IV<br />
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Quietly quieter every day<br><br />
No birds to sing, no beasts to play<br><br />
The ‘tenders shrugged and took our cash<br><br />
To tuck into their growing stash<br />
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I watched the world through the glass<br><br />
Watched the loss of earth amass<br><br />
“Is this the way the world ends”<br><br />
A wearing down and none defends<br />
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The Queen of Heaven raised her brow<br><br />
She tapped her fingers, shrugged; “Not now”<br><br />
It angered me to hear her speak<br><br />
But who could breach her sharp mystique<br />
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I took her wrist and stayed her hand<br><br />
To make her hear my harsh demand<br><br />
She caught my eyes within her gaze<br><br />
And set my soul within ablaze<br />
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Fire burned, she scorched my lips<br><br />
Then from my mouth, her finger slips<br><br />
She will not answer, will not save<br><br />
I know it, certain as the grave<br />
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The Queen of Heaven ought to be<br><br />
Protective of humanity<br><br />
The Queen of Heaven looked at me<br><br />
“What do you know of deity”<br />
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V<br />
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Her name was Silvia, Silver, Syl<br><br />
It changed for every house and hill<br><br />
Her laugh was golden, bright and free<br><br />
Her smiles given readily<br />
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I tangled hands within her hair<br><br />
She left it loose without a care<br><br />
We rode together on one bike<br><br />
We were so close and unalike<br />
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The Queen of Heaven seemed to be<br><br />
Close enough to touch and see<br><br />
I touched her brazen, golden skin<br><br />
And knew I’d never see within<br />
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I held a crumbling tome that dusk<br><br />
And asked her in a voice too brusque<br><br />
“Are you Syldé, Queen of Night<br><br />
Or Sylfen, Ruler of the Light”<br />
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She turned to me with darkened eyes<br><br />
And laughed in joyousless reprise<br><br />
“Do you know when you ask me<br><br />
Anything of humanity”<br />
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The Queen of Heaven should be fierce<br><br />
And gentle as the ruling sun<br><br />
Knowledge of her should not pierce<br><br />
Her skin; it should not make her run<br />
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VI<br />
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She looked at me with midnight eyes<br><br />
And only then, I saw them lies<br><br />
“Neither.” Then she walked away<br><br />
And summer fell to winter’s grey</div>Lianamir