The Mighty - Monica Richards

Ripped from the root:

I am with you

I feel her alive and venus behaved

Magic the guide to expect as she makes her entrance —

Did you not bask beneath my gaze?

Oh the wind can cause the rails to creak like a ship in Arctic duress

Then a slavedancer, beaded and perfumed

Metal-cold bracelets upon each battered wrist —

The question of my deity rewarded

With every wave of her hand to the audience

In 200 AD, I am yet just and fair in the language of trees

A soldier in respite while they plotted my death

Then a simple Bard shackled yet still able to sing

I know the gut-wrenched pain of mental bloodshed

My fingernails chipped and filled with dirt from the farm

The lights red to gold to blue upon me

Smoke brushes along the contours of my form

Blinded to the faces in the balcony

Flashing one scene then the next —

Walking delicately through the mines

Trimmed, and perfect and haven’t eaten in three days

I know what it is to lose my heart

Look to the side, see the conspirators behind the curtain

Down the alleyways

Tumbling through forests

Wandering between all realms

I fought well and bitter and to the death

Like a Trojan soldier on a vase

My Mythology smashed and littered under their feet

I fall like leaves from separate similar struggles

Now reaching up to that lovely, lovely place

Where all answers await capture

To their point of meaning

I am the Muse

Blinding as I radiate

I can only shine on that which reflects back upon me…

The taste of me alone profound

Resurrected

Resurrected

Believe in Me

And I’ll take you with me

Are we defined by misunderstandings?

A thousand or more Chant the All

The Mighty Rise and Fall

Rise and Fall

Pride Diminish those who’ve lost faith in us

A thousand or more Chant the All

The Mighty Rise and Fall

Rise and Fall