Being Re-Made

it was the morning of twilight
it was the begining of an ending day
she bathed in the hot sands of Celeria and was cooled
she walked the mountain tops in the valley of Delaware
she felt the destruction of destruction
she roamed the icelands without shoes and was warmed
she heard oposing forces shred her heart and render it null
it was re-made into an angel's way
she became the victim of devotion
she is now the peace, the contentment, the hopeful, the joy
she is enveloped by his defense.
she ran away to remain where she stood
she sees above her a bird of forever

c. erik, 20 feb. 2013
rev. 09 sep 2013 5:59pm