the hours between

I will never be able to love anything but gentleness Caress of you and kiss of velvet Like a bird The slightest sound will be my flight Your gaze will only be able to pierce me If it only brushes me, I will not turn around

they promised me the end of heresy they swore to me the end of the pyres but when I see that blaze in their eyes those flames just waiting to consume me I can sense their hatred still intact I glimpse the fate they have in store for me I am terrified of it how can this rage still drive them the only difference I have is the way I think they stole our flames and burn us with them but the terror can end my sisters will rise from their ashes they will be reborn they will join their voices to ours and the wind will blow upon their fires yet that wind will be our arsonist a new breeze will caress our hearts and then I will know that our sisters' names will carry us