Guardian of the Gate

Her all-seeing eyes
Remain closed.
Guarding,
Watching,
Waiting for prey.

She is the guardian of the gate,
Those unworthy to pass
Become her evening meal.

She is wise though,
Oh yes, she is wise.
She is the judge of men’s souls;
She knows the world’s intent,
The dirtiness of a mind,
And the impurity of a heart.

Her silver-blue moon frame
Sits poised,
Patient,
Waiting.
Her wings span the stars
And her tail strokes the sky.
Her human head stands tall,
Her eyes ready to pierce,
Confident,
Yet divine in her womanly godliness.

The sphinx perches;
Guarding,
Watching,
Waiting.