Revival Poem by claudia ruffini-caminneci

Death had me in check. However, I made it him with three pieces my Bishop, my Queen, and always by my side, my King of Kings

As my eyes began to flicker, the insensitivity of the fluorescent lights scorched them

Instantaneously the smell of sterile alcohol bound to the metallic inhalation of blood rapidly engulfed me

I glanced over to witness those bags of dead, still waters
In effect, they were filled with the aroma of lilies and sunflowers

I was being slowly transformed into a new creature

Notwithstanding, with a forked tongue, I demanded
Don't you know who I am? !
I am royalty!
A Matriarch!
Who stole my crown of poppies? !
Where is my Horse? ! ! !

A blizzard deluged my world on the hottest of summer days

With such desperate ambiguity, I cried,
Did I not reach Valhalla?
Odin, please let me feast with you.

Who has taken my sparkling red ruby slippers?
Grand Wizard, I implore you; I click my heels and want to go home

Blessed Mother, I pray you to take me into your bosom

Asriel, draw your sword and call my breath, for I'm accustomed to choking on volcanic ash

At last, I curtsied to Nosferatu- grace me with your kiss

The relentless doldrums that stalled me curiously began to shift

Strange to me, I drank milk and honey and absorbed its sweetness

I began to twirl in spiders silk to consume its strength

For I am in Enl'air, my legs far-reaching are higher than the finest French ballerina

I pervade in the radiant mystical luster of eve

The rare amethyst waters have manifested in me now
Set off to fulfill my inherit self