My Rez Day

Has it only been a year since I was last human? Seems much longer, How has time passed death’s first self, that released this Angelfire within me, the glowing fire that grew from the ashes of my youth, torn apart by werewolfs in a lost wasteland death-bed whereon I did expire. Consumed now with grace nourish’d by it. Yet my dark wings do attest how my grace does now fade away thou perceivest this, which makes thy love all the more, to love that well which must in fact leave ere long.