A bold figure stands in the valley of shadow
A statue of rock between mossy walls
Circle her slowly, diamond of Rhea
Coiled in her carvings her message obscure

The golden chord struck and the standing stone echoes
Percussion of tremors felt deep below
Her pitch soars higher, song of the ages
Morning’s first glory to settle her maw

The sun rises east as the river flows silver
The sweet song trembles at movement inside
The rhythm unfurls, passion moves closer
Sing muse again of the beauty described.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Rock of Ages, read Goddess