Narrative of the Lost Soul

i.

Moonlight dripping through her cracked window
entering without invitation into a room full of skeletons
signals another trial.

She climbs back into the flesh she did not choose;
weathered from life's constant tornadoes and hurricanes.
Yet, somehow, she's all nicely wrapped into a human being,
clothed in the delusion from which she was born.

ii.

They have awoken.

As she slips into a lucid coma,
she hardens herself against the pending storm, with
her heart inside her mouth.
waiting with bated breath
and terror.

The moments ahead are melting clocks.

iii.

The Furies are alive and
fully risen beyond the point of return
stinking of alcohol and evil things.

This tortured warrior
can't hide any longer, for
the dance of destruction has begun, and
she won't be able to recover this time.

Walking to the inevitable guillotine,
she will become a martyr tonight.

And no one will ever know that she was a hero.