A Poem for Goddess or Clearing the Rust

In my heart I hear Her call
With tender words sounding soft and low
She asks of me to surrender all
and in my soul this fire grows.
Seeking out Her silken chains
Coilling around my forsaken self
A temple within my mind She reigns
August Queen, I crave thyself.

Kyle Brennan

It has been ages since I last tried to write a poem, and longer since my muse has graced my with her presence. But slowly I am clearing out the cobwebs of my forgotten art which I set aside so long ago. For once again I have found inspiration. A new muse has touched my life and slowly I am rekindling that old flame so I can sing Her praise and my devotion. The feeling I have when She is on my mind can only be described as euphoric. To think of Her finding even the slightest bit of joy through a meager piece as this sets my heart racing faster and faster. I wish I could write Her sonnets proper and maybe in time I will. But for now I strive to show my adoration and devotion to Goddess Haylee in whatever small way I can.