Oh Great Weaver
Why did you grant me
The Eyes to see
The Golden Pattern?
The Heart to feel
The Longing
Of the Web
Of Life?
Succor lives
In my veins
And the call,
The Outcry
Seeks to drive me
Mad
While the Sleepers
Drone on
Like Ants
Who can only think
With a hive mind,
Imagining they
Are the only ones.
Muse of The Ages
Why is it my inner ear
And Heart
You must whisper
Into
The Sorrow you see?
I am only human.
Why do think
I can bear this
BELOVED!!!
Save me
Save us…
Or is it hopeless?
The Darkness
Seeks to overwhelm me
Like the tidal wave
Of Humanity…
There is more mass
To Ordinary Evil
Than this one
Soul has strength
In her thighs
Or heart
To Stand.
Beloved,
Great Weaver,
Muse…
Why do you
Entrust me
With this…
Empathy that seeks
To take me over?
I pray
That your
Belief in me
Is more
Than I think
I can take.
