Slightly cryptic, but I believe it may speak to whomever cares to listen. This is yet another attempt to express the way I feel without giving out too many hints.
“That Is What She Is”
Like gleaming velvet royalty
Bathing in a thousand eyes
That hunger for the loyalty
She reluctantly provides.
That is what she is to them –
The starving snakes, slobbering fiends –
She feeds them every now and then
With a hint of the obscene.
That is what she is to her –
This creature, this zenith divine –
Speaking summer, breathing winter,
Unknown to the weak and blind.
Yet much more than song and sin
And no mere goddess is she;
The demonesse behind my grin –
That is what she is to me.