Morrigan Harker
The cold and dark
Is ever present
As I hide in myself
To heal my soul
And burn away what is
Not for me to keep.
I will need all my strength
For this endless fight
With the demons within me
That never stop howling
When the fire threatens to die.
The blade of my soul
Is porcelain shards
But the fire is still burning,
And it will melt me,
Refine me,
Until I am the finest, gleaming steel
Tempered, sharpened,
And still live
Maybe then
The forge within
Will rage again
And push me
Forward, ever forward—
In my times of darkness,
When the embers fade,
I have to remember
That I am a goddamned
Phoenix
Rising from my own darkness
To dance in the blaze
Of my wings,
Passed down
From the First Light.
A halo of diamond
And armor of mithril,
Aglow in a fiery plumage—
I’ll make sure they’re seen
In my times of need,
All while feeding the flames
With perfect love
And perfect trust.
American Twilight