Resurrect
-by April (the acrobat hapsby)
Our world will be beautiful, Furiae.
I can see the new world reflected in your lovely, perfect eyes as they stare blankly at nothing at all. It will be warm, and the sun's rays will kiss your cheeks in the morning. Your skin will be silver in the moonlight when we make love under the star-flecked sky - and we will make love, Furiae, for in our world there will be no need for a pure goddess. You will be a queen, Furiae; the seal your untouched hymen protected will be meaningless. The only seal necessary will be our love. I kiss your nose, Furiae, your cute little nose, and that can be the seal of our harmony.
I love you so much. I love you, Furiae, the way you deserve to be loved. I worship your voice, your words, your eyes, your hair, your soul. And you, in turn, must love me, my Furiae. I understand - oh, I understand if you once loved Caim, because, long ago, Caim was the only one who could protect you. But I made a pact, my Furiae. I traded my songs for a sword. And now I am more powerful than Caim, more deserving of your love.
Oh, Furiae, my Furiae. Your body is so cold. Ssh, do not be afraid, my queen, my light. I see our eternity, our seal, our love in the distance - this pale, glimmering sphere; this Seed that will create our world. What will you call this new land, Furiae? Let's call it - let's call it love.
I have no hesitation, my Furiae. It's like some holy ritual; it's a baptism when I lower you into the Seed. It's an egg, I think. An egg that holds within it all the hopes of humanity; an egg that carries all my love. My Furiae, I will wait for this egg to hatch, for you to push your way through. I will wait forever. You are my one and only love, my dear sweet queen. In our new world, no one will ever call you goddess, but they will still fall before you in worship. Who would not? Oh, who would not?
My true love, my blessed Furiae. Please do remember that my life is nothing but the weight of your smile.
