A Poetry Anthology

by Shaslan

12. Redeemed

Redeemed

The sinner is beyond redemption, far past
The point of saving,
But the moon glows just the same and the stars
Are still blazing.
The nightmare is monster made flesh, darkness
In pony form.
Yet that under it all, my sister waits in the eye
Of the storm.
Those eyes with slitted pupils are the same sky-
Blue they were,
Though a thousand years' rage tarnishes and
Blackens her fur.
So I call on Sirius, Naxos, Hestaphion,
Demeter and Phrene,
On Belgath and Astus, Bucephalus and Castor
and Leda and Numene:
Bring her back to me, bright stars, you who are
her oldest friends,
Bring her home safe to me and I'll make sure
The nightmare ends.
Aid in her escape, and let the pieces I planned
Fall into place;
My sister, my little sister, returning at last from
The emptiness of space.