She sleeps upside down

her crucifix nailed to her black wall

it's her resting place

as she binds her feet

she then propels herself

backflips upside onto her cross

there she spits blood before she sleeps

with many souls to treasure and keep


She is one of the loyal to the word

her ranks are many with interchangeable faces

leader of the lords of reason and might

a glory to behold in battle

she shares my rank

has one less black ribbon then me

her wings she repels to the floor

as she hangs from her cross


The rush of dying again and again she dreams

knowing tonight she battles to die once again

if she gets to the nexus the last black ribbon she will gain

death will come before the sun screams morning

she is good at dying

nearly as good as me

in three nights she will rise

and I will hand her, her final black ribbon




By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris