Exercise in Poetry Appreciation (or) Whosurdaddy

The Name is an Incantation;
An exclamation on the face of ancient men,
Looking up at thundering skies
Whispering dark secrets from
The god to ear to the ear of the Priest,
Who wonders in mute amazement,
At the will of the demons...
His heart beating faster,
His legs drenched in the golden rains
That the Name evokes.

It is an ancient secret, this Name;
That travels through souls in the kiss of lovers
Entwined in amorous touches.
In wide eyed dreams of unknown lights,
Like the light of the setting sun
Embraced by darkness,
As the God Queen follows
In her large wooden boat,
Sails filled with the eastern wind
Down the western abyss
Off the river, Off the sea
Off the horizon, Off the flat
End of the world,
Off the waking edge of her eternal sleep
As She follows the Sun down and down.

The black knight knows,
The Red Queen wonders
At her ancient quest
Her sacred lust;
Among visiting heroes
And snake bitten lovers...
Among shadow ghosts that once had lied
And sinned between husbands;
Moaning out loud

In the very depths of love,
Never looking back
Aided by a clue
She searches for the Name
And whispers its power...

And says it again;
Like the sound of fire
A warning for approaching death
Fearful of what dreams may come
At the misty headed glimpse
Of the cavernous dark
Sticky black pit
Of after-life;
Like the mouth of a monster
Beneath his bed
The Name...
She says

Into ears that are far away
Hearing him breathe
Hearing the silence
Revolving around him...
Listening to the quiet stillness
Of a sleeping love
Engulfed by the illusion
And whispers...
The stillness responds
She grasps the illusion
And descends into
Comfortable sleep
Like a serpent’s tongue
In the blades of grass