Menacing ritual.

Another one have arrived,

What new did it bring.
Nothing, hardly my thoughts,
But to make me look old.

Past, nowhere in my sight.
right by my foot came future
And this moment in my hand,
No trace where I lost it.

Wish them again,like before,
With all success,they could get.
Only to know, my wish undone,
No one did the same to me.

Hardly great!

It was enough,
The way it ended,
Made my day.

Just the moment,
That single look,
That would last a lifetime.

Your dark hair,
Darker than night itself,
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

Between those eyes,
bright as day itself,
I found it glancing at me.

Rising heartbeat,
And shivering fingers,
Brought a smile,
Without me knowing.

If there is hope, rarely one,

I would wait,
For one more look,
And it would be enough.

Name called upon

I didn’t know,
Until you called me mother,
I was your mother.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me sister,
I was your sister.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me love,
I was your love.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me queen,
I was your queen.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me whore,
I was your whore.

It was all,
For you to call,
I later knew,
I had no name.