hushed door

a door that has been silent for thousands of years creaks at your dawn. she refuses to worship the Gods of moon and sun and stars. she watches your footsteps replace the dust and it brings a smile to her face. welcome, daughter. you have been long awaitedfor. would you care for a sip of wine and some courage? your task ahead is grave. she bows, bites down her tongue until blood reddens her teeth and streams down her chin and until she can speak no more. the dusk is approaching. cries of the deceased will mantle your thoughts until you can no longer think. where is the pride in that? how are you daring to waste a breath? it is far too fragile. it must seek your approval before it lets itself out. you are in control of your body, your mind, your soul. you are her.