She stands
We surround
The ash has melted in the soil
The helicopters have brought her here
Landing her in the home of the legion
The heart of the onyx forest
Where the stars rest free
The blemished wood
Of a forsaken home
As the foundation
To the fortress of the foxes
The dark of the mind
The soul of the earth
The wind of the seasons
The organ of the divine
The neon flower
Has sliced through the soil
The images of the child
Replaced by her presence
The pentagram renewed
Through the outlines of a mandala
The symbol gleaming a new moon
Into the shadows of the blue
Where my children lurk in silence
The ritual is almost here
The royal luminescence
Of a black gemstone
Gathered from the outskirts
Of a divine kingdom
Unraveled from cloth
The wind fearing its radiance
As it smites reality
The color of its reflection
Drained in its gloss
The echoes, the cries
The child, the center
The calamity, my throne
Let the hunt begin