A divine presence arose upon me one night
One that makes the heart shutter; and the mind to flutter
A soul of a Namrah, of bravery, kindness, and Celest
She embodied an empyrean reaper of death
One of an angelic pigment; of softness and foreign beauty
She dwells a cemetery for fallen soldiers of anguish
Drawn to a grave with a scent of a pure musk
Christened with a name for the servant of god
Anguished by the torment of catastrophe
Lost to the evils of an ill mind– one of mine
With a scythe of life– her blade rebirthed the grave
Of a lucid sprout of light and warmth
A beating heart arose from the hells of earth
Returning to its reaper; endearing her essence
To pulse against hers, in a rhythm, in a melody.