for in the light, the very substance that withered
on this slight frame was once nothing more than drab clay

the thirteenth screamed “Derision !” all in one force
even as kin they could not recognize this alien purity

my longest wings sprouted free and of solemn crystal at the tips
slithered past the Curse I stood at last

rooted fast to Gaia as my lower half was smote
a column of salt and this frail heart burst into smoke

tether’d to such truth, lies wither, and the forgiven past wanes
My Lord saw it fit to welcome this sinner back, cleansed of shame

unto Elysian glades, the torture ends
from out of shadow, and the beginning of the Day calls out my name