Seraphina [The Stigma Of Your Eyes]
by MYRYN VILLAFLOR
She came to me
like an apparition; white hot, clad in a wreath of lilies
and a girdle of pearls around her waist
a dream keeper that: meanders
among innumerable trees and valleys; straddles
between mountains and shabby railroads
as falling flakes of Jupiter’s moon
shimmer,
then float,
like a sprinkle of fireflies around her head.
With a mother-like godform, all curves and softness
do not be misled. Her stare,
hold powerful storms
and manipulating fire
the devil’s rock would crumble
the devil’s hole would collapse
she is a replica of an enchantress
whose rage, fiercer than death
whose resentment, greater
than the deadliest poison.
Do not fall asleep,
for she is the nightmare that stalks
your every slumber
your every dream.
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