A Portal Unto The Sun

Written by: Rachel St.Cross

My soul is among lions
I lie among the sons of 
Men who are set on fire.” 
Dramatica; expect the worst 
And hope for the best 
Is what some say ? 
In life and breath and love and death
Portents.. 
Stopping in front of the Azteca's 
Theatre admiring the lovely 
Mannequin girl adorned as a communal 
Daughter with long flowing hair and beads 
Her many colours; sitting amid the tickets booth 
Draped aneath cobwebs smiling and speaking 
Unto my spirit in hues of yesteryears arrays 
These, pantheon coronations... 
Red double doors with circular windows trimmed in black
Conversing an entrance to cross through its beckoning ?
A schizophrenic passing by again; this, a portal unto the sun.