Revival
Revival
Death had me in check. However, I made it him with three pieces my Bishop, my Queen, and always by my side, my King of Kings
As my eyes began to flicker, the insensitivity of the fluorescent lights scorched them
Instantaneously the smell of sterile alcohol bound to the metallic inhalation of blood rapidly engulfed me
I glanced over to witness those bags of dead, still waters
In effect, they were filled with the aroma of lilies and sunflowers
I was being slowly transformed into a new creature
Notwithstanding, with a forked tongue, I demanded
Don't you know who I am?!
I am royalty!
A Matriarch!
Who stole my crown of poppies?!
Where is my Horse?!
A blizzard deluged my world on the hottest of summer days
With such desperate ambiguity, I cried,
Did I not reach Valhalla?
Odin, please let me feast with you.
Who has taken my sparkling red ruby slippers?
Grand Wizard, I implore you; I click my heels and want to go home
Blessed Mother, I pray you to take me into your bosom
Asriel, draw your sword and call my breath; you have my servitude, for I'm accustomed to choking on volcanic ash
At last, I curtsied to Nosferatu- grace me with your kiss
The relentless doldrums that stalled me curiously began to shift
Strange to me, I drank milk and honey and absorbed its sweetness
I began to twirl in spiders silk to consume its strength
For I am in Enl'air, my legs far-reaching are higher than the finest French ballerina
I pervade in the radiant mystical luster of eve
The rare amethyst waters have manifested in me now
I set off to fulfill my inherent self
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