Crystal of Gravity

From the eastern woods,
to the coast of the enchanted shamanic soil,
adorned in the seer's hood,
dwells a noble and plenary soul,
with the magician's incantations,
and the verses' that sing,
the curse of damnation,
to her it brings,
Inexplicable stands the recurrent disquiet,
be it the auroral day,
or the lull of every night,
Within her, it lingers and stays,
It isn't the worldly chaos, that hinders her every breath,
but some ruins within, crumbly and dusty,
Bedecking her with an ethereal thorny wreath,
Clustered in her heart, like a crystal of gravity........

                             ~S.S~