war and death

 here come to pray,
this battle long fought under the paper of my skin
Ink to ink, dust to dust
die and move on.
sparked by lust, nurtured in praise,
stoked and refined under the presure of my feelings
so crystal, so vine, so feather, praise it.
holy.. holy in his eyes I am,
goddess. 
i am the blood in the runes
i am the caw in the crow
i am the wild woman in the woods.
 I am, here to pray.
I am here to fight
I am here to live and to die.

and I long to die every night in his arms,
and live every day his love,
for he has brought your song of battle back to the lines of my skin

For he has brought morning after morning where I dont want to die every day again.
 and for you, and for him, i would give up on giving in.