A Goddess sits on the throne and waits
For the world is not hers
She is just a protector, a watcher
A granter of wishes
A guardian of years.

She sits and she wonders
Why she cares so
The world does not remember her
They lost her one yesterday
off in the time flow.

So she cries and she ponders
Can she save a world as this
for evil roams everywhere
burning in the hearts of man
spread with the devils kiss

A Goddess sits on her throne
watching a stolen place
the years keep coming
yet she keeps smiling
As the tears roll down her face.

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Filed under: Poetry - @ October 25, 2009 5:14 am