By carved ornate spike you died.
Branded deep by iron glowing.
Doused by darkness falling.
Risen to glory - by morning!

Not by Sacrifice,
Is it glowing.
But by reason,
All knowing.

Could you take to hand,
Such marks unbid?
Your soul to torment.
Your life to give.

Not by Sacrifice,
Is it glowing.
But by reason,
All knowing.

Your mortal hands you gave,
To bear these runes for me.
By ornate spike too crawl to bear.
Your life surrendered - hanging there.

Not by Sacrifice,
Is it glowing.
But by reason,
All knowing.

I came and touched,
The ornate spike.
Driven through and through.
More layers than I knew.