20 Minutes with Cassie challenge.
A Poem.
By Rose Williams.
Rating: G
Joss Whedon et al own the Buffyverse. Phillip Pullman et al own His Dark Materials.
Author's Note: The cumulative total of this peace is close to 20 minutes because I wrote it during my lecture. But I edited the poem slightly as I typed it up.
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Cassie woke with a cold fever and heard the last echo of a scream – her own. Her father knocked briefly on her door before simply opening it and coming in.
"Cassie wake up, it's just a dream," he said.
"I'm awake, dad," she said.
Slowly her heart rate returned to normal, although she still felt weak for a few moments.
"Are you okay, honey?" her father asked.
Cassie nodded in the dark. Then closed her eyes against the dizziness.
"I'll be fine," she said. "I need to write down what happened."
'What's happening,' she thought.
She could still feel the soft sigh from the form that had been God, and the heart-ache of crossing into the land of the dead — leaving a part of herself behind. She knew it wouldn't feel like that when it was her turn. But she didn't know when that was.
Right now she thought about the fact that the fate of all existence depended on one girl not much younger than herself.
It deserved a poem.
I saw it built,
And it was loved.
I saw Him fade,
And He is everywhere.
I saw it besieged,
And it will fall.
The Kingdom of Heaven must be built on Earth.
I saw her loved,
And she was freed.
I saw her lost,
And she was found.
I saw her lonely,
And she will know herself.
The Snake needs only to tell her story.
I saw her betray,
And she was innocent.
I saw her die,
And she is not dead.
I saw him stolen,
And they will be reunited.
Mother Eve is walking the Paths of the Dead.