Rising Poem by Verus Sanguine

Between dawn and dusk you've been broken to pieces
Covered by shadow and swallowed by the grave

Deep beneath the surface and moving through the earth
You sink deeper and deeper still

High above the surface and moving through the sky
I rise higher and higher still
And though he laid me down in the dust of death
He has raised me again, yet here,

You stand at the threshold of this chasm between
Staring dead into the endless void within

The gale has torn your sail; your hull drinks in the sea
The darkened waters have risen to your neck

Drowning in fear
The bitter-cold wind bites your cheek
Paling and weak
Giving your last as the end draws near

Cry out and he'll still the storm to a whisper,
The waves of the sea to a hush

Then stand and shake the dust from your feet
Lift your head laden with ash
Or weep until your eyes run dry
But your tears won't raise the dead

Let the dead bury the dead, and soon
Sand will cover their graves

And though he laid you down in the dust of death,
He will raise you again.