the-goddess

The Goddess has wept

The Goddess has wept
Down with her crown
You have revealed her mortal nature
      - her powers? – illusion!
      - her beauty? – futile!
The world wishes not
to know of magic
      - it has no need of love -
      isn’t that tragic?
It is not, since we still reproduce
      - of grand ideas there is no use!

Take her down from that height
      - out with her heart!
Let her not dream any longer
      - the dabbling mouth!
Who is she to have all this freedom?
While we live like slaves,
happy in the corner of our ignorance!
She must be crazy,
She can’t be true
      - it’s all but a mask
cemented with glue!

Of course she’s a fake
     - who could ever live
      just for Love’s sake?
- who could not want
the power of gold,
but live with a warm heart
in a world so cold?
      - who would not play
      the role of passion
      to get money, and be in fashion?