Invoke

“Let me burn slowly to invoke thee

This spirit rots in silence, can’t you see, can’t you see?

Pleading, bleeding, begging for mercy, to be set free, to be set free…

I call upon the knight of fire to set me free, set me free

I have lighted a hundred and one candles

I know you can see, and so I invoke thee…”

Her eyes were stitched shut while she chanted ferociously in the filthy dungeon;

Shackled to a wooden bed and aching for the shadow to appear;

She longed for the shadow to sashay through every nook and cranny of the filthy dungeon

A raven had once whispered to her pitifully –

About twisted wicks and burning wax

About a hundred and one candles

About summoning the shadow, that reeked of rotten wax

Be the bride, be the bride!

Burn every soul that feeds on your body

Claim the obsidian reward after every foolish duel

Burn bright as the bride and free the body

A hundred and one candles were lit and ready

Her chants were loud and needy for she was torn and greedy!

By her 100th chant, the candles were blown out

All at once, all at once!

Only the one that was burning bright stood alone

She knew it was time to become the bride.

She held onto the last candle

Blew it out with ease

She tasted fire inside her mouth

Fate chose her as the fire bringer, for she would then be at peace

In that fire, she had found her peace

Her body was free, her body was free

She tasted fire and preferred to burn

Her body was free yet she chose to burn!