blue-lidded daughter of Sunset

Soaring through as I await, I aspire to catch up with fate? 

Astray are my words and I’m missing pages in this tragedy I scribed myself

My silver ink running dry before the final chapter and now, I am lost between the last act and the grand applause for an encore

A prophetess, at times too predictable, part of an original whole

Encompass the ordeals

All knowing, all seeing, all trying, and all failing

Loosing time some days, rushing between a calm pointed center and a controlled rage

I paint my eyes for a bloody war, but embrace the cataclysm of love raining down from the sky, I swallow it whole

Like an arithmetic overflow; divide, add, multiply and understand

I am Nuit and my word is six and fifty

What reasoning do I require, my purpose not inherent in your sphere, I am made of greater desire

My tools within me, stronger and stronger I grow

Patiently I wait until there is no more space to measure

I breathe deep and sink into the earth; I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset, the morning star