Anthem of Resurrection

Her anthem was silently set on fire, the wounds on her back , where wings had once carried the burden of hope aphotic, as the bleeding had ceased to flow. Time has a way of turning fresh lacerations to scar tissue. She carried the weight with the Grace she was promised; Sewing agony into Bitter flesh. Dulling the ache with prayers To her father, Hoping a fallen tongue could Reach the heavens. He had promised her a sacred quest ..yet found her flawed His eyes blackened with his own shadows , his own burdens, impressed themselves on her a stain ...that tore the downy softness from her. She walked alone, and in solitude found rings of fire wherever her feet touched down ... and the charred smell of something once hallowed her own delicate feathers, scattered .. those torn from the soft skin of her back corrupt with his sins...were set ablaze And as the fire sought cleansing, She sought the remedy of a martyr. Accepting the pyre lain upon her back as a gift, She found the resolution to become the renewal of the world that she was sent To protect. In the ashes of her span, Lies the fertile seed of a resurrection. -Katherine Wyatt and James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.