Revenant of Salt and Flame

Her sisters fell: to fire, to the deep.

The line thinned to one.

On her steel shoulders she bore the ocean.

From the dead she rose, again, and again.

Her foes cursed her as the Grey Ghost.

Given to salt and flame — A revenant carved in war.

“Fly, my warriors.” The weight of those who return, the silence of those the sea took.

Twenty jewels burned into her brow. Her stigmata, a fiery crown.

She never made the journey home, for home is where the dead rest.