Dark Prophet Poetry Challenge Day 2: Oya

now the goddess game begins

take me oya

mistress of darkness

queen of the 9 rainbow ancestors

rattled seed pods

i know your sword drips with blood

i know your eyes fill with death

but if you could

dear mother

see us through this growing cemetery

horsewhip paths through corpses

purple eggplant

shines the black

feet turn in ashes

wind storms the gates

skeleton army to the fray

heart to earth

ear to spirit

words to youth

you will survive

even if we don't

ashe