Gestation: Mythos

She became filled earlier As the late of destiny carved her creation To the unsuspecting few Holding in and hiding the pregnancy She continued the dance, she moved A year before now the dance would draw to an end And the cleansing would need to begin This next breed would be the bridge into the millenium I was brought in then I was then blessed to aid the midwives Thirty nine weeks crawled And it seemed as if this walk would never run Until she pulled a plushe filled push And out from her came them Each a radiant distinctive Familiar as I have never seen in gazes before They were filled blessed like thrills I wondered their names as she thought To me a thought in confidence That she would make the news known soon Dispelling shame She assured me of no crime As I was lost in the beholding When the world looked upon The coven they wondered the father They suspected the mother, they insulted For some connection When in fact they were the bond It took a moment as they would find individual lovers Out of each of the babies I looked on, hoping they would understand the growth Not quite sure if I'd ever begin to myself I would soon learn that ones here before me Would usher in the next trinity of beings I would soon learn that this Was the scratch on the surface yet to be formed Was I prepared? this would begin the domino effect Of a million questions unanswered