To Helqualótë

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To Helqualótë

When I lay bare and worn
this mortal husk into the sheets,
I hear our voices as one;
the choir of our kin
laments for the homeland,
these hearts, ticking bombs
of a mechanical vessel,
without a choice but to
shed sympathy for the chain.

I reminisce in abbreviations
when our hands are apart,
the emerald resurfaces
and I remember
the day that you were born.

Your veins, pure lilac
stretched beneath the hum;
Your arms, like vines,
reached out to touch
the light of Nel’na,
Each age of lore
dripped down to you mouth,
like a gentle rain,
like tears of soothing,
to bless you and name you;
as you drank from our voices
you swore
to hunt down betrayers of Moon,
speaking words you did not yet
even know.

I look at you,
the innocent flame of my innocent flame
and you are so beautiful
that you heal me,
your purity like a furious tide
wipes out the residue of the coil,
you cry out, a lonely howl
through the silence of the night,
we are the lost and the fallen,
you are imprisoned
and I would slay, just to set you free

and hear again your laughter
among the free ones,
caressing the sleepless battle
while the Shades feast on me;
to see you running through the meadows
to greet me
as I return through the gates
to embrace you once more.

I know,
sometimes the glow of the lighthouse
through the engulfing mist
seems so scarce and so weak;
I know,
that to deny the sweet voice of doom
you must partake on the fruit
or claw at your own face;
I know,
how the warmth of the dirt
beckons to defrost you
and bite at your soft mortal flesh.

When we plummeted to this junkyard
the scars dug in much more deeper
then this skin, this cheap cloth
of immorality
and your petals inured in alabaster,
just as mine cried out blood;
Feel me, as I curse the daybreak
and burn through the lie
and know
that you are Loved.
My Helqualótë,
my winter flower,
you bloom.

~Happy birthday, Hel ❤