Member Rara Avis
There is a secret I would share
of Heaven's hand on history,
about someone beyond compare,
a goddess masked in mystery.
She burst her pedestal apart,
bare feet upon warm Earth again,
as she-god with immortal heart
stepped down to roam this world of men.
Her eyes and hair like polished wood,
with skin as of the highest cloud.
Her innocence, misunderstood,
concealed her pasts within a shroud.
She took a name, so many names,
to hide immortal silhouette -
as Eve and Helen of Greek fame,
as Cleopatra and Annette.
Her visage shines throughout all time,
as lasting as the universe,
a hill too steep to ever climb,
her beauty both our boon and curse.
Lives were given, and lives were lost,
and many more forever changed.
No one could count the final cost
of countless empires rearranged.
I met this goddess years ago,
in her latest incarnation.
She stole my heart, took half my soul,
and taught me of new temptations.
Four summers passed in goddess arms,
four winters spent in her embrace,
four years enshrined by lover's charms,
until she left without a trace.
She took my name, and so much more,
with other names we can't forget:
Eve, Helen of Hellenic lore,
Cleopatra and - my Annette.
My past is now just memory,
of perfect days I bade farewell,
of a goddess who once loved me
when stepped she from her pedestal.
Yet not a night has passed since then
or so I guess it always seems,
but what my goddess comes again
to share her kisses in my dreams.
Her phantom lips touch mine each night,
my hands reach for an empty space,
and when I wake, tears blur my sight
of love once found and not replaced.
No one I've met before or since
can move her shadow from my bed.
No one I've met can yet convince
my heart - that part of it is dead.
I loved a goddess, she loved me,
there's little more that I can tell.
I'm in love with just a memory
- high atop her new pedestal.