Ancient

Innocent games of unwritten spells as a child,
animals are companions and mentors,
and the moon my night side mother.
No one understood them, few comprehend now!
She awoke with eyes of fire to a world demented by spinners
feeling, smelling, tasting all before her made her live.
Growing, walking, talking, power taking form,
ignoring all beneath her refusing to conform.
My innocence was a time of feeling pleasure in the rain.
I learned from all creatures of instinct
the magic within joy and pain.
Now she swims to the watery depths of darkness unreachable by most.
Forever mocked by an angry mob like parasites on a new host,
for the one who strives to reveal all aspects of life is hated,
hunted, by those who fear themselves.
By the time I was one with the moon and tide,
I was detested for not having banished my pride.
Being strong in my age of circle and seas
I raged against all on bended knees!
Her fall is one of beauty revealing colors
undistributed by a storming sky.