IV

Six fractures of me

Shining pieces of glass

From a broken mirror

Bent to save

What I lost

Six final words

To slice threats with scythes

To establish power from dust

To breed new life into the world

The last chances I had

To defend myself

Sending my pupils of despair

To throw the ash back

My last stand

Against the threat that circles

The moonlight that blankets

The city of solace

In safety