The Crystalline Chrysalis

The Crystalline Chrysalis

Deep within the sepulcher,
waits an ancient ossuary bound,
down deep inside the vaulted catacombs,
far beneath the solid ground.

And secreted within its walls,
stones of reliquary birth,
awaits a treasure of primordial splendor,
longing for the Sun's celestial hearth.

And as a hand reaches back through time,
through earthen soil's memory length,
it touches deep into the ground,
and finds much more than wilted strength.

For there it is brought into the light,
an ancient ossuary unbound,
its bonds of reliquary stone relinquished,
relegated to the piles of rubble which lay around.

And from within its unrestrained walls,
which have stood guard for so long,
a crystalline chrysalis emerges,
which hums a holy verse of song.

It hums to the warm touch of man,
as it hungers for the warmth of the Sun,
to shine its limpid facet pools,
upon its glory, for which has just begun.

And as the solar orb takes flight,
across the event horizon of the day,
there standing amongst the shattered remnants,
a figure of angelic beauty, a seraph of the fey.

With wings of twilight heather,
awash in celestial light,
turning them to golden feathers,
casting her forth in sheer delight.

For she is born again amongst men,
and free to roam where she might,
from heaven's gentle shores of welcome,
to the unrestrained landscapes bathed in starlight.