The rain turned to frost, the earth dried to dust
Through the skies, shapeless, formless, a star etched the path
Across the night, between the frozen stars
the slash of a thin blade, the scar on a virgin face
The one who fell speaks to me
through the window of the night
Every star is a sign cut by those who fell:
rebellion, defiance and pride
broken rules, norms, trajectories
will over obedience, mortality over salvation
a life with a meaning, a life with an end
Give me my misericordia
Let me cut through the firmament
Give me will
Give me the double-edge
Give me mercy and give me death