“And is there nothing left to say?”
the ancient goddess cried.
“No, we have nothing left to give.
“We heard that you had died.”
“A goddess cannot die, you fool!
She feasts upon your prayers.”
“But none has come for centuries
to walk these haunted lairs
of marble stone and precious gems,
now rubble on the ground.
The prayers have all gone silent, here,
since you could not be found.
“You only have such power, goddess,
as we choose to give,
and it seems our decision has been
not to let you live.”
And with those words the goddess
slowly faded out of view,
and all her power left her
for her reign was truly through.
But sometimes when the moon is new
and hidden from our sight,
a crystal constellation
shows her crying through the night.
Weeping at the empty altar,
crying through the night.
BlackQuill 