Izred wears every prayer cremated in a liar’s lung around
her neck in the stunning pretense gold can buy the ear of a goddess. A daughter
born on the dark side of the moon, first born of the goddess Erebeth, she fed
from the breast of shadows until she was old enough to eat the black tar of
dying stars. Feral child of neglect she learned the value of hiding opinions
behind teeth and eye until revelation held the fiercest sting.
Selfish weighs more
than coins hoarded
in a wallet.
Praying with an empty mind
won’t grow wisdom
in the heart of ego.
If you pay a goddess for attention,
her boredom may
establish your worth.
