in this world we will have trouble
but you have overcome the world
cut off from the tree of life by that angel
and his bright sword- but take heart!
you have overcome the world and its labyrinth
and every damn angel.
you are my sword,
my sun,
and my shield.
the auroch, our first enemy,
the first threat to man's life,
other than the snow, which is impossible
to tattoo on skin.
the auroch slew many and made many more
strong, and therefore became beloved by us
as we love the anvil, hammer, and crucible.
by your grace, the auroch is my beloved,
and i shine bright,
sainted,
sanctified.
