~~~ The Mirrored Cross ~~~
~ The Mirrored Cross ~
A chequered flag, raised aloft from the vehicle of her mind.
Sum total of abilities, seek haven now,
Into the inner life of her being, from whence
Capability exudes into her weary, outer world,
In which this golden, yet forlorn lady resides.
Shocked into conjunction with the heart;
The very seat of qualities she never usually associates
With the intellectual capacity of her gift-wrapped brain;
The capacity for an an emotional response, like compassion,
Makes a timely appearance.
Heart and mind, those mysteries that govern her regulated,
Motivational state, do'st burgeon a genesis of new feeling.
Led into agreement, by actions that her body performs
And carries out.
Zombie; a sentient,robotic servant, that longs to be human
Once more, again, shall she taste the elixir of life.
A slumber from reality, soon to give way to a waking day,
The reality she dreams of; yet reality dreams of her,
Patiently awaiting her transition.
Some empathic virtues are tactfully renegued;
Sown to dissolution, until the primaeval offerings of her enemies
Are brought forth from her cerebral bait.
The lady tolerates being hated for who she is,
But cannot abide being loved for what she's not.
The huntress sits in the reverie of quiet expectation,
Whilst her guardian angel, brandishing his ready sword,
Beckons death itself, and ushers him towards the mirrored cross,
As he cowers, and reels in horror at the sight of his own death.
Her life, now free to continue, in an unforgiving world;
The yellow eye, of passionate glow, bears down below,
Lighting her way, through another hopeful day.