“Burning Love” — by Diggie Vitt
F og rolled ‘cross the lowlands
smothering damp and languid
chilled and dense with dread
ominous and threatening
twilight having receeded
moonlight labored hard
shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud
muffled deep within the gloom
a drone of disembodied voices
the moonlit fog glowed smokey silver
stirred and tumbled by the night wind
the blood-thick sterling fog breathed
wafting in then out of the forest
there could be seen in veiled glances
a frail effete enchanted presence
she held in her fragile hands
a bouquet of blazing flowers
a fire also burned within her eyes
deep and green as precious emerald
you’ve awoken the Earth Witch — I am Emeral
look upon this fire and destruction
and see just what it is
you’ve brought upon our beautiful garden earth
my coven protects the 4 elements
of earth air fire and water
they have called me forth in this moment
I have now come to end an evil goddess
the goddess of excess, ruin, and waste
the demon twisted goddess — Vintus
to strike fear in Emeral, Vintus rose above
the rough-hewn raw rock formation
that served as her earthen altar
came the goddess Vintus
lowered, standing upright
feet fixed upon her altar of death
her blood red demon cloak
gently flowed and billowed open
occasionally revealing the hideousness
it kept wrapped and sacredly contained
looking down at the Earth Witch Emeral
whose hands that held the blazing bouquet
also crackled fierce with amber lightening
for this was an element — air-fire
the witch spoke telling the goddess
I have come to end your evil ways Vintus
and reaching forward — surely and slowly
Emeral laid blazing hands upon the goddess
in a burst of righteous golden fire
the goddess’s lips began to twitch
she screamed a curse of blight upon Emeral
face ablaze, she fell to the earth — immolated
all those ’round Emeral, the Earth Witch
they bowed, exclaiming her as a goddess
then circled in a crazen coven’s dance
to exclaim in voices full and resonant
your reign begins now Emeral
you are now our goddess!
to which Emeral simply said —
NO…
the elements will now rule the earth
controlled by Gaia, the true Earth Goddess
and the people will show healthy respect
the age of misuse, abuse, plunder and pollution
IS NOW OVER — FOREVER
This is the season of the witch!
I, Emeral — the Earth Witch
and my dedicated earthen coven
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
This world needs Emeral and her beautiful green eyes! I especially love the line about the sterling fog. A magnificent story poem for mother earth Rob!
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This world needs Emeral and her beautiful green eyes! I especially love the line of the sterling fog. A magnificent story poem for mother earth Rob!
Thank you Carrie. The earth needs some way to fight back… 🙂
I am a Gemini…LOL you can just delete one of my comments. Sometimes technology alludes me! ????
Sometimes WordPress reacts slowly Carrie… 🙂
“she held in her fragile hands / a bouquet of blazing flowers” – Perfect!
For certain…
Rob, that has chills going up and down my spine. I feel like it really happened and we will prevail. The dust of Vintus must be gathered and encased in an iron box then welded shut and kept in the care of Gaia’s earth dragon.
I think with Emeral and her mighty earthen coven on the job helping Gaia, things are in very good hands. But you can never be too safe and secure Lisa. 🙂
Makes me long for the season of the witch.
Love to read this.
Thank you so much Syl! 🙂
Rob, you had to have worked hard on this. Good job!!
I like it, she became a revered goddess after returning our world, made pure again, back to the elements.
It seemed so realistic that I googled “Earth Witch Emeral” to make sure she wasn’t real. Sure enough, google hadn’t heard of her that I could see although she could have been farther down. Some times google remits to mine, a recent write if I search for it. I’ve seen others too.
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Emeral is the good Earth Witch, whose coven protects, at the request of the true Earth Goddess Gaia the earthen eldments of earth, air, fire, and water — the essential elements for our beautiful garden of earth.
An entire novel in verse! Really cool.
Pleased younenjoyed this Chrissa… 🙂
A tale for the ages … maybe PG13. Immolated kind of scary. All that aside, I love this story poem with a happy ever after ending (we hope.) Power to Gaia!!
Yes Helen, power to Gaia! For the sake of my, your, and all the grandchildren — and all of our “children’s children’s children” — bless and protect them all! 🙂
“I have come to end your evil ways Vintus
and reaching forward — surely and slowly
Emeral laid blazing hands upon the goddess”
David and Goliath came to my mind reading your poem story
Have a good Sunday
Much love…
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This is our story. I love the characters and language in this excellent poem, Rob. If only . . .
Thank you Sara! 🙂