Revel;

in the discomfort

your presence

Sows,

Make them see,

Make them all

See what they fear:

For our kind,

Are but a mirror

Into the fractured psyche,

Of the ignorant,

Who would cast us into fire – 

We are Other,

We are Enemy,

For it is we,

Who might force them to see,

That which they truly –

Wish to be

Outliers,

Cast from the purgative womb,

Of a broken kingdom,

An exile in white,

While our lineage weeps

Adorning mantillas of somber retribution,

 – for having been vessel to the Damned,

Our condemnation,

Is our saving grace

For is it that which

Breaks the shackles of expectation,

We are Nature,

This is our reclamation,

Of what hath been stolen,

In the Garden of Life Everlasting,

When Man plucked the fruit from the bough,

The Serpent coiled around our waist,

And we lowered our skyward arms to him;

The choice was never ours to make.

And then the Tyrant spit forth acrid dominion,

He told his Bastard Children,

“Take naught from Them,

For they dare know more than I!”

And the Silver-Tongued One sought shelter in our tresses,

Hisssing sssuch sssoft ssspoken sssongs,

They took from Us,

Just as their Creator stole life from Our Mother–

The Garden–

We are the overgrowth,

We are the devastation,

We are the winding root,

And coiled vine fingers,

Of the Gods –

Of our Kin –

Mahakali –

Perses –

Eris –

We are the Horsemen:

We have come to Destroy 

So that we,

Might,

One day,

Start again:

Let us ride.