Morning Star

Her hands trembling
Well worn but beautifully tragic
Weathered around psalms
That noose the cross

Her tongue is silent
But the bruises get tighter
Heavier still no matter the reason
A gift given cheek to cheek

I won’t back down
Your wounds will be my own
Deliver me baby, power in your name

Join me on the spire
Have a seat across these fires
Give cause and I’ll provide
Relief from the fever

What you desire, ask yourself

Her lips snarling now
Jagged tears soak the crevice
As the sisters join in union
Bells began to chime

The horde now sire
Tearing down old scriptures
From misery her answer is conjured
Little horn, our firstborn

I won’t back down
Your wounds will be my own
Deliver me baby, power in your name

Join me on the spire
Have a seat across these fires
Give cause and I’ll provide
Relief from the fever

Never suffer again, let it be so

Chains now broken
Caustic bindings of old men
She draws breath in her ascension
A mother with no equal

She flexes a finger
Her deceivers bend the knee
Amusement that grows in splendor
No longer the receiver

I won’t back down
Your wounds will be my own
Deliver me baby, power in your name

Join me on the spire
Have a seat across these fires
Give cause and I’ll provide
Relief from the fever

She laughs sweetly, at last