Goddess Lost
She was a goddess, her skin was dark and rich like the earth,
but not as coarse; your fingers could softly slide on her, she had no remorse.
She called up the winds and flew to the skies
the wind made was her lover, for it helped her glide,
caressing it helped her hover, wind rider no lie!
She would call to the clouds, that made up her moods;
sadness it rained, anger it BOOMED!
She was a goddess, with pride,
no one was her other.
Her face was so regal, her body seemed uncovered,
a queen amongst women and a king amongst men;
she was made to rule, but softly, she blends.
She watched like an angel, high in the sky,
she not your mother, your will, you decide.
her intentions were holy, but attachments were harsh,
she say things quite boldly, but held to her mark.
She was the goddess of thunder and lightning she ruled,
but like all women she fell, to a man..such a fool.
(my favorite x-men! guess who :P)
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