Devotions
By Tamyris
Author: Tamyris
Email: Tamyris@earthlink.net
Last Modified: 9/13/00
Title: Devotions
Type of Work: Poetry
Spoilers: none
Warnings: rather dark
Keywords: Nakago
Erected within the most secret chambers of the heart an altar stands.
There is little beauty to it, yet captivating it beckons by its starkness.
Here fires are kindled, hidden, searing flames that see not the sun
yet burn all that is surveyed,
illuminating from within
the bitter sacrifices brought to this desolate place.
The first flame, long untended, whispers trust.
Its brazier is simple, yet battered, marred with neglect.
The second love, followed by mercy.
Before the altar lies hate--
paltry gifts it may seem to give a god, unwanted things
yet cherished, locked away in a sacred space that wards all violation.
The dead alone may witness this ritual of pain,
these childish treasures long since condemned to their dismal reliquary.
There are some gifts best given in silence, with the eye of the heart wary, for they are
offerings given that the God of memory may forget to claim his children.
It is said that scarification is an art;
But when that brand is turned inward
It is heaven that is sundered.
By Tamyris
Author: Tamyris
Email: Tamyris@earthlink.net
Last Modified: 9/13/00
Title: Devotions
Type of Work: Poetry
Spoilers: none
Warnings: rather dark
Keywords: Nakago
Erected within the most secret chambers of the heart an altar stands.
There is little beauty to it, yet captivating it beckons by its starkness.
Here fires are kindled, hidden, searing flames that see not the sun
yet burn all that is surveyed,
illuminating from within
the bitter sacrifices brought to this desolate place.
The first flame, long untended, whispers trust.
Its brazier is simple, yet battered, marred with neglect.
The second love, followed by mercy.
Before the altar lies hate--
paltry gifts it may seem to give a god, unwanted things
yet cherished, locked away in a sacred space that wards all violation.
The dead alone may witness this ritual of pain,
these childish treasures long since condemned to their dismal reliquary.
There are some gifts best given in silence, with the eye of the heart wary, for they are
offerings given that the God of memory may forget to claim his children.
It is said that scarification is an art;
But when that brand is turned inward
It is heaven that is sundered.
