Wait. Don’t go.
Don’t leave me here.
Yet,
You’re gone, and,
The void isn’t so expansive as it once seemed.
The blessed waters of the saints pour over my wickedness and I am healed. The renewal of my spirit is a physical reincarnation, a falcon soaring over the mountaintops looking for the next meal as it scrambles through the underbrush.
A mighty battle cry echoes through the valleys.
The sword clenched in my talons is engulfed in a bright blue flame, but I am not scorched. Fire dare not touch me.
I am no longer of this earth, but an idea evolving through time and space.
Born from grit and iron, the blade I bear will see me through.
Stay, when you want to. I have learned to bend without being broken. The shrieking in the night has faded away and I stand here now, transfigured. I am invincible.
The leaves are falling now, my darling.
Year after year, the seasons change, each time into something somehow more beautiful the last.
Year after year, so do I.
