Her light

Her light was never dimmed totally

By shadow’s cast

But still shone

Somewhere deep within

A darkened forest

Through the passions and longings that burned

In the suffering of anger and tears

While fears of years

Rumbled about inside her belly

While grumblings bespoke the coming of The Enkies

To save her from the hook

Where she hung

Flesh rotting

Spoiling an innocence ripe for the picking

Until her hair and flesh and nails grew dark

But even then her luminescence shone

Like gypsy opals formed in an indigo sea

Of transformation

As her power grew

With refusal to turn her gaze

Away from the night

Birthplace of her becoming