Divine Descent

 

by Lillian Csernica

 

I see a ragged goddess

In gowns of modern style

The sacred paint upon her

Makes her mouth a bloody smile.

Goddess dancing, laughing loud

Your hair is protein fire

Bangles clashing, you are proud

The iPod is your lyre.

See them now, your servants there

They revel at your feet

Smoking cloves, they dress to scare

In nightmarish conceit.

Find them, Goddess, in your shrine

A poor unworthy lot

Unfit to serve, O Divine

And yet, they’re all you’ve got.

Tell me, Kali, does it shame

You, so fleshless and obscure

Left to children playing games

Your bloody reign once sure?

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Lillian’s fiction has appeared in Fantastic Stories, These Vampires Don’t Sparkle, and DAW’S Year’s Best Horror Stories XXI and XXII. Her Christmas ghost story “The Family Spirit” appeared in Weird Tales #322 and “Maeve” appeared in #333. Lillian reviews horror short fiction for TangentOnline. Visit her at lillian888.wordpress.com.