Monolilith

Beautiful and broken
Her soul, bespoken
Her shape shifting, rising
from the frozen lake
No one knows
What is it at stake
The young and the lost
Virgins and maidens
Led down the hidden path
Will they get love or wrath?
It is a one-time chance
To hold her, cradle, and dance
Among the ruins, she is
the ultimate romance
She stands effortlessly on a bed
Of black and dark blue pebbles
Overly shined, sharply levigated
She has unreal strength and levity
Admired for her sapphic integrity
Guarded by the circling boulders
She has a sigil on her shoulders
Under the ancient full Moon
All is revealed maybe too soon
While chanting and worshipping
The revered upright phallic pillar
Nothing seems clearly stellar
No one will dare to stare
To talk or to share
What they have found
In this unholy nightmare