Awakening

A Golden halo christens the priestess as she moves along the path of good intention. Solid as the earth spinning about it’s daily task. Preyed upon. Deceived. The tread of dark spirits shadow the pretense offered to her smile. Ground into the vile dirt of dissolution. Those amoral strike their matches and combust when set before His judgment. Only her tears can extinguish this inferno. Clear abundance and boundless strength, she will be reborn