Darkness towers to my right.
The arm is weak, the shoulder sore.
It seems so different than as before.
What is there to oppose this side?

The limb's not feeble - not at all:
I rather did myself bereft
Of helping mercy's hand, the left.
United will they never stall.

Some smell or tune, a gaze, a rhyme
can leave me far beyond this space or time.

If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story

As an angel kissed by fire in hell, she remains within this world, wings glowing:
Where to - when solely your feet carry you?
What to - when only the bare hands to the deed?

Dignity is my blinding shield,
Biting cold my breast plate,
Melancholy my urge,
Yet loyalty my oath.
- I guard this world.

Mortality shrouds my vulnerable skin,
Warm is my greeting heart
And shining hope my star,
Yet humbleness my bread.
- I welcome you in my world.