He told me about the legend of the divine creature which housed breathtaking
features, her body molded from clay to create the temple that not even the most
virtuous of saints are deserving to worship upon her holy grail.
I stared in awe for how can this creature house the likeliness of the gods
Her skin is a mixture of the moon and the dark sky as the melanin engraved in
her anatomy reminds us that the sun chose her as its avatar.
Her body is made of curves that would put any bend road to shame and silence a
meandering river.
The strength of her womb is a machine that not even the biggest of tanks can
compare for she has birthed generations and housed man for eons.
I stared in disbelief for does this being which you speak of truly exist?
Her body produces a fountain that can quench the thirst of a thousand men if
they are wise enough to grasp the core of her temple
Her mind was a hurricane of wisdom that puzzled the goddess Athena for how
can a mortal contain all that knowledge
This being was no ordinary mortal for she possessed abilities that brought empires
and fleets to their knees
She is the avatar of the highest AUTHORITY and therefore needs no king for
she rests her TEMPLE on the thrown of her own QUEENDOM!!
THE BITTER POE
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
This was so freaking powerful! Loved your poem!
This is such amazing, empowering poetry. Love it!