Existence Persists (morning poem)

[seeyat]

Waking, starting the day
Tea in hand, typing away
Making a few adjustments here and there
Hoping to avoid the heart of a prayer
Here now is a poem to read...
Once written, twice decreed...


Stepping away with each step towards
Arming herself with ever sharpened swords
Lithe and graceful, she swings with purpose
Not a trace of emotion shown on the surface

Telling herself what must be done
As she could be a shadow on the surface of the sun
Hidden in darkness, scarce to the light
Finding her home in the blackest of night

Beautiful figures of hope and decay
Secretly wish to be seen in some way
Still hidden carefully, moving through crowds
Stealthily making her ancestors proud

Once you have seen her, your heart skips a beat
This is the moment that you taste defeat
As swiftly and silently as the night comes
No longer is heard, your heart as it drums