Spirit

You have given unto me your spirit undenied,
And loosed the binding shackles this weary soul retained.
The depth of your convictions escape my porous mind,
But entangle deep within my pith a calming port to tie.
Vested to a distinguished mortality in the turn of Autumnal breezes,
I look to your ways as sacrificial offerings from my Goddess.
Quite the opposite of established workings
In a mythological world I do sometimes forge,
Yet the happiness invoked from your essence does envelope,
And yield to my advances for strength.
Wounded, dragging, and begging forgiveness;
Prostrated before your alter I succumb to your wishes.
For to you I would give my very life in your protection,
Your inviolability my grandest desire.
My redemption far from complete,
And too much for some to withstand.
Yet my Angel does make our bed of refuge,
And upon it we shall sleep contented in the arms of our Naos.


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