A Priestess Bearing Scars
By: HamondPosted on: September 05, 2010
Hamond's thoughts on encountering a basillican priest for the first time.
However long Mithrea's Light shined upon us
I had never known It to glow like this
'pon golden locks pure, a mane bound
cascading upon robes
as binding as the tie that hid in her hair
within a temple lined with stone angels
naves empty but with silent prayer
a single breath, unwavering
among the garden's fountains grey
a priestess
stood, her eyes a blue
to make the Vashnarian skies turn green
with envy
but no such Sin was felt here
within the holy Basilica
built upon a Good
threatened by whispers in the darkness
not the most clever Darkwalker
tongue dipped with darkshade
laden with trickery, deceit
could pry the priestess
'way from the path of light
'pon which she strode
What pain do you carry, priestess?
scars mysterious as her presence
lay upon her fair skin
hiding beneath wispy locks
bound in coarse leather
hiding under stark robes
white and pure
Has your Faith manifested
in Stygian nights
a wild beast
you would not fight
with bitten lip and stifled cry
left Her marks on your body
only to return within you once more?
Has your Light
dragged you through days forgotten
in wilderness
ordering your body to run
through woods of thorn
that marked you as one that walks
with Good?
Bearing robes that drag on holy ground
the priestess is
bound as the sun-kissed scars
'pon her fair skin
her healing pain the only sign
that she is not an angel herself