Aria of Divine Beauty
A golden youth in gold so bright,
Silver-skinned, framed in silver light,
Kneeling before sacred altar,
Staring into the high heavens far,
An air of sanctity so strong,
In her eyes one could find no wrong,
In the halls of the justice great,
A home to a god grand in state.
Slowly she rose from the marble,
Her linen robes lined with sable,
White it was in starkness,
Save for a streak of darkness.
So it was for her clouded mind,
A deep guilt she had never bound,
The sins of the people weighty,
Never ceasing, always plenty.
'Twas never for a moment hers,
A soul pure as the clearest glass,
Without shadow of baser stains,
This state forever she retains.
Moulded on core of solid steel,
A coating of transparent seal,
Crystalline in nature, so thin
A coating of soft, smoothest skin.
Many a day she would lament,
Sins of the people increment,
Redemption beyond her pow'r to ask
A complex, precarious task
O, Sacrifice herself she must,
To fulfill the people's cruel lust
For blood and glory above all,
Never seeking beauty withal.
A farewell she gives her true love,
An honorable, faithful dove;
Questioning sudden departure,
A dreadful fate she must endure.
Jealousy and greed her bane,
Shattered her body and brain,
As the cruelty of man crushed
Her own body and soul untouched.
The atrocity by a priest,
Creation of a holy beast;
From the body and bones of Reis,
Holy maid of Lionel, Reis.
Golden hair reduced to spiny crest,
Bone plate where there was human breast,
Scales of complexion deepest blue,
Appearance created anew.
Through her sufferings many were saved;
Heretics whom she protected;
Outcasts and stragglers befriended;
Those that would have certainly perished.
Twelve years long and slow she suffered,
Twelve years long she had fought and bled;
A holy war for equality
To redeem the peoples' sanctity.
Upon her return, there was no feast;
Upon her return, there was no beast;
Through the power of faithfulness
The holy maiden of Lionel had been renewed.
Well, I tried my best, and here's the product of three hours' painstaking recorrections and rewritings. I'm seriously reconsidering if I should put The Last Dragoner on hold until more people read it. The next part that I'm planning…made me cry. It will be hard for me to write it.