Wisps of fragrant memories,
wrapped in the embrace of the chill.
Shiver, sweet child, for the desired recalls you smell
What will come of this
Lie, if you must.
Lie with your mind, adultery in hand and awaken the spirit of a child.
Your blissful ignorance
will comfort you into
a consuming meditation.
Beware, the blood calls.
Unwrap you mind and hand
your thoughts over to the vulnerability of your destiny.
It is you they choose.
Child of mine, be lulled by the serenade
The knowledge can kill but hope
will awaken with a cry
Be not forgotten or begotten to the mystery.
Thrive within yourself in order to burst forth
Be brave, my phoenix, and rise to your role;
Let not that which you fear neither consume nor destroy you.
Heed the greatness you carry and
remember all of whom carry this power that follows
like a forest covering her saplings from the wind.
Go forth, my lovely, begin your steps of prophecy.