This is my hand at poetry. I thought of it while I wrote "Memories" but couldn't find a place to include it in the narrative. Think of it as the delete scene of that story. 

Ina’s Song

The chant in my head, though left for dead. 

I could not leave the past behind.

I live eternally on, not sure why.

The stone, black as night, caused my flight

Silver speckled with stars. 

To think it was this that caused me to be marred.

This token I claimed as mine

I wandered far and wide,

Never understanding why.

To my home, to The Stone

The motions of the past repeat

My life I see before me, alone.

Bowing my head, “Oh Defeat!”

Like a moth to the flame,

I seek the answers to my pain.

The maiden’s chant in my head

Seeing my past, my life, my dread

In the end, it was nothing more than memories

Memories of  that Night,

Traditions that I held tight.

Why wander these haunted grounds?

When I know that life no longer abounds.

What is this stone?

Have I found home?

Or will this too flutter away

Like the moths do, or am I doomed to stay?

In the dark He came

The God of Death is my fate

Like the moths of the night

My heart now took flight.

No longer without purpose

This strange feeling began to surface.

Memories of Night

My heart took Flight.

In this moment after all this time

I found the love that was to be mine.