Mother and Queen

There are times one feels the heart is gone

And all one's will in ashes too

The past one wanted to be done

Comes rushing back with force anew.

For deep within us darkness hides

And only Fire can burn it out

But there is one whose voice misguides

Instilling in the mind the doubt

That one can tread the chosen path.

Desire like a dress that clings,

Impatience spurring on self-wrath

The insignificance of things

That settle in the physical mind,

Tenants who have overstayed

Their welcome, but alas we find

Arisen demons we thought were slayed.

It does not seem earth will survive

To those who view the outer scene

But seers assure us she will live

By the grace of one both Mother and Queen.