Hail to you— Wild and knowing, With hair that dances through the wind like silk spun from midnight. Your eyes— Black wells deep enough to drown all secrets, Older than time, Older than shame, Older than the curses they threw like stones— “Evil.” “Temptress.” “Shadow.”
But I see you. You are no curse. You are fire’s edge— Both the ember and the spark. Your power rises untamed, Like rivers swelling after the storm. No man’s hands can bind you, No law can silence your cry, For you are a ruler made of your own making.
And me? Teach me to hold my spine like a sword, Teach me to claim my shadows, To make peace with the dark corners of my nature. For they fear women who love themselves— Who fly upon their own wings, Who walk proud through the wild fields of their sexuality, Unashamed, unbent, Power swelling like the moon swell the tides.
Dark Lady, shield me— From the dark that wounds But help me embrace the shadows that whisper. For there are truths in the night, Lessons older than words.
I am yours— Ready to stand unafraid. Ready to hear my own voice sing the power in my veins.
And for this gift, I thank you.
Dark Lady, I rise, And like you, I will not be tamed.
To live, truly live, Is to stand unbroken, fierce and free, In the face of sorrow, injustice, and greed, And keep your spirit alight. Yes, to live is to see— To watch the dark crawl, twist, and rise, And yet refuse to bow your head, Refuse to close your eyes. The world would swallow whole Each tender spark, each gentle flame— But we are embers, old and wise, That burn beyond the blame. Hold fast, you who cherish love, Who know the pain of holding grace— The world may strike, it may deny, But it will not douse this flame. The greatest challenge, fierce and bright, Is to witness wrong, yet hold the light.
Kirin Joy > Dennis MaierDecember 5, 2024 at 5:50pm
I love this Dennis. Would you mind if I coped it and put it in my altar?
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To the Dark Lady, Untamed
Hail to you—
Wild and knowing,
With hair that dances through the wind like silk spun from midnight.
Your eyes—
Black wells deep enough to drown all secrets,
Older than time,
Older than shame,
Older than the curses they threw like stones—
“Evil.”
“Temptress.”
“Shadow.”
But I see you.
You are no curse.
You are fire’s edge—
Both the ember and the spark.
Your power rises untamed,
Like rivers swelling after the storm.
No man’s hands can bind you,
No law can silence your cry,
For you are a ruler made of your own making.
And me?
Teach me to hold my spine like a sword,
Teach me to claim my shadows,
To make peace with the dark corners of my nature.
For they fear women who love themselves—
Who fly upon their own wings,
Who walk proud through the wild fields of their sexuality,
Unashamed, unbent,
Power swelling like the moon swell the tides.
Dark Lady, shield me—
From the dark that wounds
But help me embrace the shadows that whisper.
For there are truths in the night,
Lessons older than words.
I am yours—
Ready to stand unafraid.
Ready to hear my own voice sing the power in my veins.
And for this gift,
I thank you.
Dark Lady, I rise,
And like you,
I will not be tamed.
Thanks for the pictures abd posts
She, Who Calls the Shadows
She rises where the edges fray,
where silence quivers with secrets untold.
Lilith, keeper of the unspoken,
breaker of chains we dared not see.
She steps into the hollow spaces,
the chambers where fear takes root,
pulling the threads of regret,
until the fabric of pretense unravels.
Her voice is a storm,
whispering truths we buried deep,
a hymn of chaos, a symphony of rawness,
the melody of wounds long ignored.
She does not tread lightly.
Her claws, merciless and tender,
dig into the soil of our souls,
dragging out the roots of shame and sorrow.
In her wake, there is no hiding,
no shadow too dark,
no boundary too sacred
for her to cross, to confront.
But oh, the lessons she leaves!
In her fire, we are forged anew,
burned, bent, broken,
until wisdom gleams like tempered steel.
Lilith, who speaks of madness,
and dares us to walk beside her.
To touch her is to touch the storm,
to know destruction
and the beauty it births.
She is the abyss,
the chaos,
the unbridled,
and she is the light
we never knew we carried within.
Demon or goddess,
mother or shadow,
She is the truth we feared
and the power we are meant to be.
Thanks for sharing
To live, truly live, Is to stand unbroken, fierce and free,
In the face of sorrow, injustice, and greed,
And keep your spirit alight.
Yes, to live is to see—
To watch the dark crawl, twist, and rise,
And yet refuse to bow your head,
Refuse to close your eyes.
The world would swallow whole Each tender spark, each gentle flame—
But we are embers, old and wise,
That burn beyond the blame.
Hold fast, you who cherish love,
Who know the pain of holding grace—
The world may strike, it may deny,
But it will not douse this flame.
The greatest challenge, fierce and bright, Is to witness wrong, yet hold the light.
I love this Dennis. Would you mind if I coped it and put it in my altar?
https://youtu.be/rCKBpLi4BNI
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