a relic of abandoned epochs,
she inhales her first breath in an aeon.
Air thick with soot,
pungent with poison,
sinuous hands fly to her throat
as she sputters a curse
in a language long forgotten.
Beneath the slick surface of her murky realm
lost, she wandered on,
searched through centuries for a land
half-remembered in dreams.
Time and toxins took their toll
and when she arose from the depths
her scales shone bright with mercury,
glinting silver in the moonlight.
With trembling fingers
she combs starlight from her tresses,
brushes moonbeams from her curves,
counting lesions to her body,
carved by knowledge, knives
or nothing. She no longer knows.
She shivers in the shadow of
across the magic mirror
In the dark their glass eyes gleam,
a thousand starry-eyed monstrosities,
rake their gaze across her form.
She clings to the shoreline,
jagged rocks and filthy sand.
Another breath laced with smoke
and she feels herself fall.
"This land is not the one I have dreamed of,"
she reasons. "I will find my way back to it one day."
A lullaby of cities screaming sings her to sleep,
and like a marble image of long-lost beauty
she graces the land like a Goddess,
forever marking the place with her presence.
A discarded star slips unnoticed from her brow,
shimmers like a promise against the tainted shore,
before she sinks beneath the waves,
to upon waking, resume her search, once more.