Those who know not life know not death. This body, this thing you have known until now - this is but a shell for the White Queen, the Self-Created, Lord of Seasons.

I am change, and I am changing. I will be reborn.

As the Emperor-who-is-not-yet-God, I stand before myself.

Let the candle of life's breath be lit. Let flame consume, purify, make new.

Let there be brought forth the rose, the symbol of love, for there is nothing I love such as myself.

Into this I have bound myself - my soul, my power, my borrowed blood; these essences that pass for life. I have breathed upon it; that when its scent is known, I shall be taken in as well.

And when it passes from one hand to the next...

...so shall I pass as well.

O cicada! O chameleon, O hermit crab -

I have learned from thee; I have shed my skin.

Be bound, flesh to soul, and respond! Languish here no more -

- for I have yet tasks to complete.

As the Widow-Queen, I stand before my past -

- and lay now parts of it to sleep.

Should I feel sorrow for what is gone -

- or only look to what may yet be?

Reme, my Reme -

As I have taken what is yours from the dead, so shall I take what is mine.

I am coming, my Reme, and I will bring you back.

© 2007, Atra Materia.

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