Revelation Elder

She hobbles to the mirror for a vision much clearer in exterior The fragile expanse of tightening transparent figures dance Then pause in a stance leaving a curious caution filed down to focus A potent stab lurking into the inactive herd of chemical fury Resonated to an absorbing orb with winged ridicule that only the weak may seek But never speak of its origin to prevent any further savage results of demise Gorgeous yet nervous, a response so addictive in its vindictive altitude Seal the zeal after they peel the real deal a hundred times with chistles Holding the weight of the earth while standing still on a mountain's peak of bristles Each sharpened crystal like a missile to the soles Face blank while snow banks appear and demons glare from their holes The elder feels their malicious vicious unwanting smirks Distinctive prospering gossip of the ununified discomfort That wears harbored items of the darkest fate, even in light A phantom one cannot ignore, a sense of a damaging theory Hence the noise - capturing the nurturing suffering so clearly Put into action with disarray desperately dissolving into mystery Nothing more than ideas, yet even with this simple craft Blinded hope for her ignorant destiny isn't falsely premeditated By the sultry drifted parched hunger, parasites of plague that pray She will fade away someday like a memory cherished til forgotten The blackest blood more cruel and absurd with each evolving generation Through the ears she engraves an entry of pathetic remorse of force Filling a journal with infernal journeys, summaries of memories all perhaps distilled To cheat and beg, lie and overegg... Protect the subsequent ancient souls from yesterday's crutch And then there she was.... Put into action with disarray desperately dissolving into mystery Nothing more than ideas, yet even with this simple craft Blinded hope for her ignorant destiny isn't falsely premeditated By the sultry drifted parched hunger, parasites of plague that pray She will fade away someday like a memory cherished til forgotten The blackest blood more cruel and absurd with each evolving generation Through the ears she engraves an entry of pathetic remorse of force Filling a journal with infernal journeys, summaries of memories all perhaps distilled To cheat and beg, lie and overegg... Protect the subsequent ancient souls from yesterday's crutch And then there she was.... A little ol' lady who saw SATAN Felt like forever waiting As the moment comes to this frightening end The relentless fury of fatal worry no longer blurry and a reward to comprehend