The Kitten and the Chaos

She Strides upon the contours, of an empty heart;

Singing in the silence, screaming within the dark.

She Faces the Entropy, that has torn worlds apart;

Pain alone shall have her, though She fears not its bark.

She Dances on the graves, which were buried by the light;

Laughing at their failure, rejoicing in their life.

She Calls to her the storm, the inferno in the night;

Sorrow calls in answer, a lifetime lost in strife.

She Clasps to her the void, an endless hollow soul;

Praying for the answer, to a question She can’t know.

She Stands amid the waves, She Struggles to the shoal;

Seclusion Stands with her, until death its hand shall show

She Waits within the wood; his home, his hearth, his peace

Restoring all that’s lost; his eyes, his breath, his teeth.

The Kitten and the Chaos; The Wolf within his fleece,

She Waits to be devoured; or his Strength to her bequeath…