A NEW
When you next see my kin, tell them that I have died and I rose, a different woman from whom they knew.
Tell them to not be afraid, it is still the same I as before.
I would have to say, that Pluto is the most pleasant of hosts. He bears no remorse for the weaklings though, he has his principles you know.
Indeed, Hell is not for the cowardice.
In within, I was made bare. Stripped of all my honours and esteemed possessions. As Child, I was made to be again.
I had to die fast, for the Birth to happen. So I deed: like a man crucified to a pole, of choice.
It was not my agreed Time, therefore my Soul would not leave but had no Spirit to stay animated. Father had taken it back, that I should die.
I sought He, beseeched He in every way possible. I would not stop until He moved. Like a child that seeks be from their Sire.
I sought neither bread nor wine, water nor warmth, shelter nor clothe… just Sighance.
Relentless, I would hear nothing of cease. Adamant. Resilient. Downright stubborn.
Maybe out of curiosity, He sent down convenience of help. What bothers you, Child?
I need breathe.
Where went thus?
Back unto Thyself Almighty.
Oh! How be it then thou callest as Aliving?
Death owns I not.
So be it, Child.
Suddenly they that encuptured, detained, withheld I needing that I faced Demise
Brought forth Child, a Babe of Innocence, that breathed its first and I burst out crying of my own joy in birth
Celebrant celebrates their own Celebration, atop a powerful set of new lungs I must say. I Am Alive and Full of Life.
As Noah on his First, I shine bright Full of Light that would not quiet down for anything. Death owned I Not! Daughter of Heavens.
