The angel smote down,
a man with fire,
and the man lying on the ground
His soul in fragments.
Fire licked around the tendrils of his soul
Save me he cried
pouring out his soul before the angel.
To save you by fire
is safer than to expose you to ice
In your condition
Could you have hoped for any
more or less.
When the fire had consumed the man’s soul
It reunited into one whole
and he cried out blessings to the angel
You have made me whole, where I was not
But I curse you, for I was going
to follow the broken fragments of my soul home.
You have robbed me of the opportunity to do so.
Build a bridge but climb no higher
the angel said.
Where you head, men are lost
Knights are consumed by loss
and warriors never see the light again.
You lie the man said
there is always light.
But what good is light, the angel said.
If you cannot see it.