The goddess of death was trapped by gold, the light of the sun that gave life, that blinded her to the calls of the grave.
The goddess of fury was trapped by silver, the cool waters to drown her flames, that ordered her to be calm when she yearned for her ire.
The goddess of death returned by turning ice cold, her heart ripped out, no warmth in her eyes.
The goddess of fury returned by engulfing herself in the flames of passion, of anger, of love, her irises set ablaze again.
(Kerri you're a queen for setting up this dichotomy I didn't even notice until today)












