Roar From The Rox
Words for Roxy; may she always be the source of her own light.
I will never truly know. I will never fully comprehend what greatness of glory I witnessed the day we climbed upon that hallowed rock. On sea-salted stage we stood, with Chaos primed as the raging waves and crashing tides churned beneath. The blessed presence of both Sun and Moon readied the skies of that twilight morn for such sacred and transcendent ceremony.
She stared out into the infinite, not just the one laid out before her but the one that lay deep within her. Like a warrior, her scars were seared upon her soul from battles fought hard and long; how many won and lost and even more still savaging on. Though, these scars were the spoils of war, proof of her courage, the prized trophies of her survival. And yet her great darkness was still bursting with these demons of old, the palpable horrors of her past - still there, haunting her dreams and adding colour to her nightmares.
She had endured. Oh how she had endured. These ravenous beasts would swarm upon her soul, feasting on her fears and rejoicing in her tears. Her panic was their dizzying ecstasy, as they seethed with frenzied hunger, ‘Give us everything you are!’ they would cry. She would twist and turn, and run and scream, hurling herself desperately towards the dying of the light, clawing onto hope and for her dear life.
But today, today was a different day. The day of a divine and dazzling new dawn. A day of radical revolution on this tempestuous morn. She had decided no longer would she be made prisoner by those demons of the night. No longer would she chase the dying of the light. Her anger and fury swelled and raved and burned so bright, a supercharge of electric light surged with such outrageous might, she summoned thunder from her bones, and a colossal battle cry erupted whole from the darkest depths of her tortured soul.
It was a roar that ripped through the universe.
Shockwaves were sent through the heavens and down into hell, rattling the demons of past and present, bringing all under spell. The goddess within her had awoken! All the worlds lay frozen, and oh what sweet silence then sang, but on the goddess’s next words, these worlds would hang.
“Realise now”, she whispered into the abyss
“We are one, you and I, unified we exist. We are the dark and the light forever intertwined. An alliance of love, acceptance is what you will find. We are not enemies, but friends. Our power is beyond measure, beyond miracle and is without end”.
She fell to her knees, tears rolling down her face but accompanied by a smile of such illuminating grace, of such brilliant beauty it could relieve the stars of their heavenly duty. A constellation of joy from ear to ear that could be felt through the atmosphere. She had become whole. She had become the person she had always wanted to be - herself, her true soul. I too fell to my knees and held her so tight, trying to understand these acts of god and witnessed sights.
As a mere mortal, I will never be sure, but I was a man married in amazement from that day forth and forevermore. One thing that was for certain is that this was only the start, of her finally living life on her lightning path. An epic tale that was to be hers alone, of magic, of heroism, of the greatest glory ever known.