She is Risen

Born of covenants and plates she had the spirit in her eyes. No mistake a chosen girl, meant to worship and obey. A ruler of worlds and conqueror of sin. What a birthright. 

I thought I wasn't spiritual. I thought that part of me expired when the confirmation came I was no longer tied to eternity. They no longer have my name. I was in denial. And when the rain came and stirred my sleeping soul I was ready to wake. But they upped the dose before I came too. She's better under. A big misunderstanding. Only for those who say our names and share their food before they partake. 

Before my eyes could open I could feel the angels approaching. No question from the guards. She was alive after all.