Birth of the Goddess

I know it’s cliche -

the virgin nerd

with glasses, pimples, greasy hair.

But he’s MY nerd,

he won’t be hers!

I’ll save him from her wicked lair.

Go through the window,

down the stairs,

and gently now, don’t make a sound.

Next ease the doorway

just a crack…

But ears prick, and She turns around -

They’re pointed!

And Her eyes, they glow!

As does Her flowing, golden hair.

She laughs, but he -

he makes no sound,

from where he lies, eyes closed, chest bare.

Now from the dark,

a chorus grows:

”It’s dangerous to go alone!”

chant ranks of

green-robed acolytes.

She lifts a golden, shining stone.

It spins and

dazzles in midair,

then pauses, jumps - reach out your hand!

A gasp and stumble,

shuddering stop -

all quiet, eyes turn as You stand.

With Power, Wisdom,

and Courage within,

You are the source of the golden light.

She howls and leaps -

stretch out Your hand!

A flash! She drops without a fight.

He opens his eyes -

within them you find

an unexpected result.

For he sees his Hero,

together You stand -

The Goddess, and Her cult.