Mother was happy
In her golden house
Rich light bouncing off gems sitting on her walls
Warm light, carpets for her heavenly floors
Dressed from head to toe in brown finery
Black light dancing above her head
Mother of pearl, beloved guardian
Her children never leaving her eyes
Dipping them in pure light as they painted her palace.
Houses that shine tend to catch dark eyes
Mother was wary
When she saw the strangers
Knocking on her west door
Dressed in such a peculiar colour: snow white
They bared teeth at the sight of her light,
The same shade as their robes, contorted smiles
Her children, blinded by curiosity
Begged her to let them in
For they wanted to touch their clothes
A hue none in the house wore
Mother was scared
For she had been tricked before
Strangers selling similar smiles
Had appeared at her east and north doors
Listening to her children she had let them in
Mistakes are never meant to have twins
Lost in thought she failed to find
Her ears to hear her children welcome the outsiders
Titles they stripped off when feet touched her earthly floors
Mother was furious
Upon seeing her bare hands and walls
Stripped naked, her light faltering
To soothe her anger
The visitors, the names they now wore
Spoke sweetly, soaking sentences in a strange shade: milk white
Her children, in awe with their light
Drank their words till they were full
Watching carefully as light wavered she thought she saw
Stained clothes and curdled words
Mother was attacked
In broad daylight
The visitors removed their disguises
Proudly wearing their true clothes: assailants
Their eyes settled on her children, hungry for their light
Mother of all, adored protector
They broke her halo and stabbed her heart
The children they gathered, sheep ready to depart
As she laid on the floor: broken, battered and bruised
Her children left her eyes