A Repentant Lament

[ASignalInTheNoise]

For as long as I can remember, I have searched for Her Grace.

To bless my unworthy soul. To bask in a light that I do not deserve.

And just as I heard Her Voice - so beautiful, so perfect...

... I no longer hear it.

I no longer feel her Light upon my skin.

My Lady is gone.

Her fragments, repurposed. Perhaps into something new. A vision of harmony.

Harmony was not what I sought. Nor is it what I seek now.

I can hold no anger towards that Inheritor. It was She who found her worthy.

It is not my place to judge.

I can only barely begin to grasp the enormity of the grief in my heart.

My chest is leaden. My world is dark.

I am alone, once again, in a way that I never knew I could be.

I am suffering, in a way that I never knew I could.

My Lady is gone.

My hopes died with her final breath.

Why?

Why did my path take me here?

I see no reason in this. No logic. No purpose.

Just as I find a light - my cause, my purpose.

It is taken from me.

I mourn a life I had hoped to begin. A light I had hoped to show others.

Now.

I am the last mourner of Aschea.

Her last priestess.

The light I once knew on my path is no longer.

I scream into the darkness, begging for a reason.

And all there is;

And all there will ever be, now, forever more,

is silence.

I am broken; for all my hopes and my sacrifices have been for nothing.

I have been broken a thousand times-

But this one, I fear, is a bridge too far.