Sidhe Poem by Agatha Eliza

Each thought of yours perishes unknown
and comes apart from the constellation
of doubt and recklessness
that you've created
when you first
met me.

My strangeness is not something to fear
the feathers I wear in my long red hair
denote my wild, untamed spirit
do not misjudge me, please...
you see, I am a child of nature
worshipper of the ancient gods
hidden in the woods,
in the streams, the rocks, and sky
keeper of life and death..
I am guardian of the pagan ways,
a little sidhe girl lost in an urban space.

I still watch the sun, the moon and stars
shining bright from far away, from this
ever grey space of blocks,
hectic motion, cars
worried faces
passers-by.

Every unfulfilled dream becomes a comet
a dying piece of something, lost between
time and space, a blazing shard
that leaves a mark upon
your soul and skin
bleeding for
eternity.