Vespula Dreaming, image by AC Evans
VESPULA VANISHES
Unto the darkness
Through the light
she came;
Out of the light
she came;
The light flaring
white, across the grass
Where blind
statues stand, indifferent to worldly cares.
So, the Lady
Vespula was born from nowhere,
Bathed in light
and pain,
Her hair was
black, her eyes were blue,
Her velvet robe
was emerald green, laced with gold,
And, standing
there, as the light faded into mist,
It was as though
she could not speak.
The Lady Vespula
looked at the dancing fountains,
She looked at the deserted
lawns, the well-tended shrubs,
The tall, elegant
trees reaching up into a cloudless sky;
It was as though
she could not speak.
Through the light
she came;
Out of the light
she came;
But the light was
no more, the world ignored her pain,
Seeming distant,
alien and estranged from all desire.
So the Lady
Vespula longed for the night,
She longed to
bathe in darkness and pure sensation.
Black was her
hair, as black as the night,
Blue were her
eyes, as deep as the fathomless sea,
And, standing
there, as day faded to dusk;
It was as though
she could not speak.
Into the twilight
she glided;
Towards the
darkness she glided;
Yes, the light was
no more, yes the world ignored her pain,
And another life
was possible, evoked by her gaze.
So, Lady Vespula,
immaculate daughter of light
Hurried towards
the darkness, her darkness,
unfolding.
Black was her
hair, as black as this darkness,
Dark blue were her
eyes, as blue as the empty sky, and
Striding towards
the darkness, she entered the darkness,
A ghostly shape of
desire dissolving into the night.
—AC Evans
