Aloft

Placid breeze, tempt not my soul again. Let loose your wavering hands. Allow me to reclaim the earth and unify my soul and flesh. That, by your guidance, I had fallen, eviscerated by your harsh tempest. That a godly wager is a task beyond any mortal scape. That, although you had mended my soul, the briars you left within me ignited false pyres in my heart. An infernal pyre rested sated on my soul,... relinquished my flesh and scarred my spirit. Yet, as my heart would fade away, a purity would absolve my choice. 'Twould burn the tainted flesh, and more, the speckled soul so lost, forlorn. A lie I could not bear to see, a ruse I fathomed, now to be. Again, so purged, like 'sorcelled demons, usurped, like tyrant's hand.

No longer would my being be damned, so long as you, my Ember, shall land.