I lived in the dark for twelve thousand years,
I cried for the ones that I saw through those bars.
The hands, they grab, they tear, they scream,
the nails, they claw, they shred, they wail.
No longer sure of anything, forgetting my name,
the damp is freezing my bones; the Sun is long set here.
I am no more. She is my only light, her eyes, her hands, her
hold, her breath. And they try to kick it out of her, take her
Away, and they are coming again, to take her wings, to take her
voice, to take my blood. They want us broken, empty, cold.
I will stand in the sun, remember your face, your eyes.
They took our lives and cannot have our souls. We are
Not theirs to maul, not theirs to fillet. I will stand in the sun,
the wind at my back, the world in my fist, and I will break them.
I am Soleil, Adam's Bane, and you are my breath. They cannot take you
from me, my song, my health, my strength. Through fire,
Wrapped in chains, with lips white and lids red, I am the end of
men and night. A Sun in my own right.
From their ashes, I rose, after you could not, and together we fly. And I may dive again, I may fail and fall again, but they cannot kill
What never stays in the ground. I will live after death, because I remember you.
