Black Lapis
..
Twist my ring,
run it thick through my blood.
Thick and dark,
like the forgotten one's breath.
His words no one remembers,
save for the legacy in my heart.
When the waters run red
and the black lapis is borne
on the brow of a seer,
then,
he returns, to fulfill the whispers
we spoke of in our dreams
yet deigned to forget.
Stay close, heed their speech,
heed mine;
the gems will crack, spew forth djinn,
children will heed to imps cackling,
the world will run mad.
On the brow of one woman
lost by time,
will dip the black lapis.
On my lips will be his long unspoken name,
in his eyes trust long held.
One warning only;
ware to those who would stand between us.
Remember.
.
-MoonSidhe © 1997