challenge in the blogosphere, part two

find it here, courtesy of forgottenmachine.

so, it took a while for me to get to this but here's my poem, for posterity as well:

I have fifteen minutes to
worship at your feet,
my lady of abandon--
but where others hear
the whispers of gods,
and see the goddess
in your shadow,
--I see only desecration

In despair
I would wrap fists in your hair,
Smash blood from water,
And sit in your empty throne.
But I am stuck staring at your picture
and there is no time for miracles.

Behind your divinity veil
your eyes are closed
and Cerberus stands resolute before you
but if you can't face the world,
how can I?