Born with a Fleur-de-lis birthmark,I said, "De la paix du ciel,
je suis venu pour la guerre."
Men who spoke against me,
who minced and mocked,
have seen their teeth and tongues curl and fall
like leaves under the November eye of God.
Now, as rodent churchmen scurry to lay a puny trap,
I light candles for those I pray for,
and dance on the graves of the rest.
I am not afraid; I was born to rise in righteous flames untouched
to Heaven and there be judged--
leaving behind the clever, the craven,
and just my body's dust.
This is a rewrite of an earlier poem "Novembre" which I have reworked for Brendan's "hero" challenge at Toads.
"De la paix du ciel, je suis venu pour la guerre." = "From the peace of Heaven, I have come for the war."