Lirael Poem #6
I cannot remember
Did I ever ask?
I did not want
To be given this task
My Spirit bound
To a silver bell
A heart to break
A soul to sell
We bound Orannis
The Six and I
Seven wards of magic
We bound It by
Astarael the Sorrowful
My song is death
I am fatal
My voice, my breath
But my spirit lingers on
Unto ages and ages past
There isn't any of the Seven left
Is there? I am the last...
Now I feel the call
The wind is shifting yet again
Orannis is unleashed
No seven to defend
A little girl wields my melody
And it runs in her veins
She has lived a sad life
So my power she will gain
Come, Lirael
Hear my song
You have my blessing
And I'm coming along
I am that large bell
Right there by your waist
The last bell on the bandolier
And Orannis I have faced
Lirael, don't forget me
Ring my bell and do not cry
I will not let you fade
For Astarael will never die.
AFTERWARD:
Hey! Think about it...! What is it implying? Like, duh! Since Lirael took on Astarael's name, perhaps she will have to linger on. Poor Lirael, and poor Astarael. Wah!!