Bitter Mint

 Here comes the wind
with a taste of a bitter mint
as she walks under the moon
next to her a fiend
she and he are linked
by an ancient rune

a snake an apple and a broom
but missing is the groom
as she enters the dream
with his seed in her womb
ready is her tomb
how lonely is her scream

winter stars are like a mountain peak
remote untouchable and never meek
a wonderful spiderweb she makes
oh my beauty what did you really seek?
you didn’t know that this world is sick
alas there comes the time that she wakes

this universe is full of fakes

Maria Rodopoulou