Beneath the Radiant
Sinking into me
This silver broadsword
Pull it from my chest
Sheathe it in your gold
Transmuted from my ash
Collected from our final clash
Lying atop a branch
Atop the mighty tree
Born from my death
Reach down, angel
Pull me from the dirt
I can't see the world
Underneath your light
The glare is far too strong
I've stared for too long
The world is born again
You've learned to fly again
I'm buried once again
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