Poem “I’m More.” from the novel: Dangerous Liaisons, Dangerous Pursuits.

This is Ana’s call out to do battle with her enemies. If they are brave enough to step from hidden shadows and confront her in the open.

 

Make my name loath wherever you may,

In humble austere, or a lofty natural place;

Make it lowest among humblest slums,

Make it hated among the nobility.

But not a dart of your poison pierces my limbs.

 

I’m more.

I’m more than this body I was given to dwell within.

 

I should rest well if upon my grave you stood

I know your damned steps, your trembling hoof

Proud, arrogant, knows not thy own fate.

I know it won’t be long before you follow suit and we part for all eternity

For I see the fiery angelic blade drawn.

Your apparition, your draughty shade above my mum tomb

Mournfully, Weeping with regrets.

Would not make my final resting place one of fearsome somber.

 

I’m more.

Someone far beyond your shallow comprehension.

 

I could sopor well when I hear Arazriel’s chain clinking tread

Coming for thee in dreadful darkness,

To Hade’s abattoir thee art led,

Thy mother’s screech of delirious hopelessness

Ascent like a denunciation, on the quivering air.

I could rest, when I see the demon’s lash

Drinking thy blood at each direful slash,

Thou hast torn babes from mothers’ breast,

Now, like a trembling wintery leaf.

Thy find no rest.

 

I’m more.

Someone far beyond your narrow apprehension.

 

I’d not fear nor tremble, when I hear the unholy bay

Of hellhounds seizing thy flighty ghost;

And I hear thy soul appeal in vain,

As hell’s host conjugate, anew, his pestiferous chain.

 

I’m more.

But thee will learn that too late.

 

I’ve seen thee true laurel.

I’ve seen thee fitting and true, deserved fate.

You know the Rule as well as I.

Take my life if thee may.

But no longer will the divine blade stay.

 

I’m more.

Precious in God’s Eyes are His saints.

 

I’ve seen young girls torn from their mother’s embrace

Swapped, bartered, and sold into blatant disgrace,

My eyes sparked with a vengeful ire,

I saw that thee have no honor.

 

I’m more.

That’s a truth thee will someday face

 

While I blissfully dance in Paradise, listening to the sweet birds sing

I won’t be asleep, my dear loved ones.

I’ll be basking in Love and Pure Light.

While the world’s intumescent Power

Can rob man or woman of life and earthly rights

Thy have no power to rob me of my Heavenly ones.

My rest shall be tranquil in my Father’s Arms.

Where all is bright and all is calm.

 

I’m more.

I’m one you aren’t enlighten enough to understand.

 

Thee command monument, vainglorious and altitudinous,

To capture the awe of naive gazers;

I have no need for such a trivial thing.

My life spoke for it self.

Those who mattered most bear witness.

Monuments crumbles in dust with years.

Those of kings lies covered in dust

Covered in dust and grime just as a pauper.

 

I’m more.

More than thee can ever hopes to be.

 

Take my life if thee may.

But I’ll lives on in a Land Fairer than day.

A Light that thee shall never see.

As thy gnash teeth in Plutoian Sea.

Set me free so that all that my yearning soul craves,

Send me Home before my allotted Time.

Answer to My Father for thy deed.

Thy pride knees will be forced to bow not to me

But bow to He Who is Ancient of Days.

 

I’m more.

I know it and you know it, too.

 

I’m more. I’ve no need to release harm

I’ve no need to fill myself on suffering

For I’m filled with Glory.

I refuse to be pathetic like thee.

I’m a Royal Princess for my Father is a KING.