Arielle's Awakening Poem by Soren Valentine

Grey waters collide,

the advent of a goddess.

Her hair pours, golden, penetrating,

from the river of Hades' basin.

Wind caresses her,

letting loose her clay girdle

guiding her dress, brilliant, virisdescent,

upon her pure divan.


Long awaited, her voice weaves

together leaves upon

the silver willows come to life.

Grass hugs her as she paints

her heavenly canvas blue.

Laughing she dances,

drenched with starlit dew,

for only she knows where

she sent the clouds.


Birds are her harp,

wind her flute.

Her music she plays through

the haze of a warm afternoon,

Moss and lycan prepare her way,

coating her amaranthine heart,

ever young, ever holy,

restored by her moonlight lover,

to bring life to the decayed.