Candid Corvid Productions

By Athena Stairs, September 25, 2026

It wasn’t a joke

No never

Nor slight of hand illusion

Though her heart burned like a brand

And pumped within contusion

You see it cannot seem to matter

When one has waited centuries

For a man to take his rightful stand

No matter his proclivities

And if I told you what his name was

Well society would jeer at me

But she’s used to all of these games

The bloody mockery and cruelty

And she loves him just the same

Which is the way it always should be

Can’t expect the seas to open up

On just a whim when claim divinity

So I’ll tell you what I’ve said before

Under weather bleak like heavy snow

When Summer comes past ebbs and flows

And Fall reveals what we must know

That there was never a doubt when certainty

As broken fragments make the whole of me

Like a crystal shattered long ago

That still recalls its molecules

Can’t change essential particles

That will bring you home to me