Role

Chapter 5

It was a dark and windborne night.
Zxctikazxcti was flying in her sleep.
A vision filled her eyes,
Of a holy mount washed by the sea.
She ascends in flight,
And hears the sky,
Crackling thunder in relief.

A clarion call arises,
The reverb brings the tide in,
And her flesh begins to sing,

Zxctikazxcti rises,
Only death will make her pure.
Where the moon has been,
The tide is,
A storm of the azure.

Not she realizes,
Stunned and wounded on the ground,
Shes been struck by lightning,
Thats the crackling sound.
Ripping through her torso,
Cauterizing as it flows,
The power of the goddess,
Zxctikazxcti knows.