Ash and steel, the color of the sky.
The world weeps, for all graves overflow.
But I possess a burning b rand, a divine
Disruption. A Holy Light.
Even so, my legs and broken, my wings torn
From their sockets, my divinity disrupted.
I see where light where there should be none.
Light surrounds that which has true sight.
Her hands wrap around the ragged remains
Of my divinity. The world unfurls in a blaze
Of Heavenly Glory.
Wings pour from my back as water,
My blessings restored.
She guides me through the valley of
The shadow of Death,
For I no longer hold any such reservation.
Y bones vibrate with the songs of legions
Of eternal Transcendence.