A Flaming Grace
She sits down, stripped of her belongings, bare and vulnerable in the eyes of mortals, powerful and fearless in the eyes of gods. Before her burns the sacred fire, flames licking the air and spitting out sparks in its never-ending quest to go up, as far up as possible. Newer heights stand before her, the opportunities available to the one who channels the fire.
Channels the fire.
Her heartbeat strikes with each leap of a flame within the contained space where it burns. The iron melts away, the fire spreads and engulfs her. Above her, the sun shines on its longest day. It's the day of the fire, and the fire burns. Images of friends, family, lovers both past and present leap at her like the flames, some staying and some burning away. Sickly roots at her feet turn to dust, the ground beneath her disintegrates and she falls, still burning. Forever burning, a bright light in the darkness all around her.
The sun is gone, all hail the sun! He will die, to be born anew! She sings the familiar