Aundrea Methvin Poet Ballad

Broken Sacrifice

Broken Sacrifice?

Left as a sacrifice 
Bound in chains her only shield from the elements 
A  cloak lined in ermine and rabbit fur 
Keeping her warm as the rains fall 
All watched the ceremony 
All watched and listened for the fears to rise
Grappling for the tears of anguish 
Yet oddly unlike the rest 
This one didn’t seem to fear or resist
As if she was eager to take her place 
As the line of sacrifices had been long

None of them looked into her eyes 
No one saw that she didn’t blend in with the rest of the villagers
Otherwise what they would have seen 
Would have put fear into their blood 
Their hands wouldn’t have been so cruel
The cat of nine would never have been touched 
For how does one damage a creature born of fire?
They expected blood, tears and begging
Not silence with every resounding of the whip
Not  dry eyes as it supposedly hit its mark
Not that her reflexes were exaggerated for their comfort
The fabric of her gown may have ripped and the reddened skin rose
As the glamour was supposed to
A fake ridge of red to rise as if to let the others have their pound of flesh 
Yet she smiled as the whip licked her scales hidden beneath the veneer of human-like flesh
Always kept so smooth and supple 
Now she uses every thought they let race through their minds
To appear as what they want 
Their greatest desire 
As the chains are pulled and she is stretched on the board once more
They see a tear glisten for a moment but as they turn away 
They fail to see the smile that creeps across for a moment 
As her skills have returned 
They can break the body but never her spirit
For how does one break a spirit stronger than even the coldest flames of Helhiem?

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