I want to know the answers to the questions within,

Learn to tame the beast of my inner fire,

Feel the wind on my face and the rain in my hair,

Learn the rhythm of the secret in my soul.

I have wept before the heathen cross of my fallen God,

Not knowing with what to fill the void, a martyr with no purpose,

I am fighting myself for control,

It is a battle I am losing and I am powerless to resist.

There are ravines in the flesh of my cheeks,

The deep tracks my tears have worn in my skin,

I have fallen and stood up, risen to the mark,

I am laying in the filth of my own fear.

I was strong once, I overcame, I was...

I was a warrior, a lover, a woman, a sword,

The last defence before the storm,

I am nothing now, just a shell, a decaying husk.

This I once saw in a mirror of stars,

Betrayed by the sunlight, discarded by the night,

Even then I was afraid, it was the

Future to be sure, but in the past it was...

That terrible never, an eternity to endure,

A breath away, I was beyond a cure...