Spurned goddess, veiled figure of that which we deny...you bare as our effigy of the severance from the divine.

Like a valley have you risen, and your tears forever falling, flowing endlessly through time...your solemn calls are the wales and cries of each and every star driven waywardly unto the abyss.

For we are fractured, are you here. For our denial, do you bare our apathetic weight. Spurned goddess...veiled figure....forgive us for we have gone on this way too long...