Goddess Ilya
Is this your doing?
As I stride down the road, I cannot help but notice.
Women gawk and children stare,
unlike anything they’ve witnessed.
A vision, an enigma,
cracked at the sight of my own visage.
My reflection in the mirror
is beauty as illusion is
my reflection in the mirror
cracked at the sight of my own visage.
A vision, an enigma,
unlike anything they’ve witnessed.
Women gawk and children stare,
as I stride down the road, I cannot help but notice.
Is this your doing?
Goddess Lyss.
