Page 87 of Veiled

I’m pregnant.

“Fuck…I made little versions of myself that are going to drive you all bat shit fucking crazy,” I tried to joke. Pregnant. A baby. Babies, I corrected. I had been joking in the car, but this was insane. Damn that car ride seemed like months ago instead of just weeks. I had a battle to fight, several of them, what was I going to say,oh I’m sorry, I’m having morning sickness and throwing up glitter dust - I can’t make it to the ides of March, try me in the ides of next February. It just didn’t make any sense. There was a prophecy damnit; at least it should have gone in order and let me have babies last, after I kicked some ass. What was I supposed to go into battle with a stroller wrapped in knives?

No sooner than the thought crossed my mind, an alarm blared throughout the village. I jumped up and, even without knowing we had an alarm, I knew what that meant- we were under attack. Well, new moms were made of tough shit, but I was about to bring that full fucking circle.Let’s fucking go.

The Start of a War

“I am … the first-born of Her light

Who ushers … forth the day from night

Bear witness to my starry might

And join my grand seduction!

Now hearken you unto my song

Of life within destruction …

I am … the serpent in the well

Who rises … up to conquer hell

Calling heaven down upon the earth

And as the stars do fall …

My precious jewels reside in thee

Rise and hear my call!

I am …

Mine is … the path of sacred love

The serpent … twining with the dove

And as below so is above

All life in your reflection!

For each of you I’m in your heart

Your beauty-flawed perfection!

I am … the lust that rises high

Into the heavens beyond the sky,

Who dares to stand proud without shame?

And as the sun does rise …

A new day dawns in paradise

And met with joyous cry …

I am …

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