The Non-Ending II

She wept, mired in her sorrow and 
  
 
  
chained to mourning. She bled perpetual grief
  
 
  
from bruised eyes, blackened beyond recognition. 
  
 
  
And the free hills wept with her, breathing shadows 
  
 
  
poisoned with the absence of light.
  
 
  
and the stars flickered in their earthly graves,
  
 
  
and the skies reflected her woe, the ashes of their emptiness
  
 
  
slowly settling on her spirit.
  
 
  
 
  
When a small tendril of color caressed her face
  
 
  
singing itself into her battered mind
  
 
  
from the very depths of her surrounding hell.
  
 
  
She rose to face this new terror –
  
 
  
she lifted her broken body and trembled into the darkness
  
 
  
and the day came, a sun in itself
  
 
  
reaching out to brush away the soot from her skin as the song reached her lips.
  
 
  
She gasped with pain as it placed its palm on her heart
  
 
  
 
  
 - the blackness ceased.-
  
 
  
 
  
She looked down, to see her skin alive again
  
 
  
throbbing again with new life.
  
 
  
and the red began to flow, sparking in her veins,
  
 
  
red blood, red as roses.
  
 
  
and it ignited her pale shell as it went.
  
 
  
And she blazed in the darkness like the sun.
  
 
  
 
  
And she laughed as her eyes became living coals
  
 
  
shining with life, they lifted her broken feet from the ground
  
 
  
and set her in the sky where she flew for the first time.
  
 
  
She soared through the lightning 
  
 
  
-the indigo of her dreams reincarnated-
  
 
  
and roared with the thunder of her very soul
  
 
  
 
  
born on fiery wings, she flung fistfuls of stars back 
  
 
  
to their nocturnal embrace
  
 
  
 
  
-constellations of freedom-
  
 
  
 
  
She alighted above the free hills
  
 
  
and rejoiced with them in her deliverance
  
 
  
 she pricked her strong fingers,
  
 
  
planting embers of seeds with every drop of ruby
  
 
  
she smiled as she watched them sprout
  
 
  
red as roses.
  
 
  
 
  
She smiled to be alive, 
  
 
  
no longer golden,
  
 
  
 -no longer a child-
  
 
  
But filled with the strength of her fall
  
 
  
and drenched in the flames of her second coming