Some fought
so I'm told...
they cried and cursed
a bad showing...
now they have come for me
I've tasted life fully
in this past year...
I am the chosen
and I'm ready
to meet
my sacred destiny...
bathed...
perfumed...
dressed
in the finest
of garments...
with a cloak
of fine feathers
The sun is warm
as I begin...
high to the temple
I stride...
a ceremony
of sound
and splendor...
I am proud
Time grows near...
stripped
I'm laid on bare stone
stained red
from the many
before me...
soon to bear my stain...
Bells ring...
drums throb...
a prayer of offering...
of joy
is spoken
My moment is here...
obsidian dagger
raised in priestly hands...
sacred hands...
with my last breath
I see it flash...
then plunge...
Silence
