The castles are burning behind her -
The charred smoke of a lost maiden's desire.
And she tries to free us -
her lost children -
her blood swollen womb.
The devastation burning, echoing from this dark rage.
The chaotic impulses wrongfully accused get punished without a trial -
The first child of god -
Jesus' sister and of her own blood.
She heals the hearts of her enemies who sacrifice in her pain the blood of another's love.
The fields overflow with the creatures who sought her to heal them -
those who speak of angels in their rightful nature.
And the comfort of her touch -
was equal to her brother's, to her son's.
For the red flames absorbed her blood -
the dye on the cross of life -
the first crucifixion true to its name.
Her powers dying all but in spirit, returning to the earth where they came.
