Memory Fragments: Probity

Heart Of Light, Skin Of Darkness

Long ago, from before even time was a thing and space was an unborn marvel
There existed a series of beings called the Aedinus. People of pure, bright light
What was posible to them, was only fathomable to us inside a most eldritch novel
But fear not. Though wearers of the void, inside, a heart they follow devoid of twilight

All you can see is a pitch-black shadow, moving about as it drifts through you and me
Harmless as they are, if they touch your heart, you will feel elated. As if raptured away
In that moment, a small burn appears on your skin. Your sin revealed for all of us to see
The more they pass, the more is seen. Given time, you too will wear a heart who holds sway

It is confusing at first. Going from light, to dark, to light again. Yet, all is blind
What sins you may have, inside or outside, will burn away by their touch
There is no need to see their acts of purification. Black and white are intertwined
Endure this process and be brought back. For the Aedinus heart has its clutch

Slow, and as painful as your sins might have been. Purgatory is not eternal
Nor is the Oratorio given to you. Your newly found vocation and prayer ritual
Silent words only reach those who hear internally. Shout your name infernal
Let it be known across your heart. Let its burning cries become habitual

Its tears will become your holy water. Collect them. Let them dry and collect the salt
That salt is your purged sins. White, innocent rocks that weighted you down
Take a moment for yourself. Rest on your white bedrock, for it is not your fault
With sins we are all born. But we choose to wear them as a most hideous gown

Do you feel it? Your skin is reacting to your bed. It holds you tightly to it
Like a lazy winter morning, it is hard to get up and seize the day, is it not?
But the sun must rise inside, for its light, your heart, must first hit
Wake up, get up, get out there. Your sinful night with me... your heart forgot

I am your sun now. The light casted upon you that made you holy and pure
My name is Ciara, the first ray. I am entrusted with the new ones
Though my skin shall forever be sinful, my heart is my main allure
Was I gentle? In rituals, I may sometimes burn with the passion of a thousand suns

Please, do not be angry. Please, accept the nature of things. Please, be with me
Your old self lies in bed. Blissfully resting atop his committed sins
But now you stand in front of me. I glimmer as your casted shadow floats in their dead sea
Your heart is made of light. Your skin, no longer darkness. Stay again. In our brothel inns