From: "macha" To: ; ; ; Sent: Sunday, May 25, 2003 12:01 AM Subject: POETRY: in the furnace: chosen in the furnace: chosen she was cold as ice in his fire she burned once the sacrifice now from heaven returned she was built to kill he was born to die she is burning still in his sky in the fires of hell he was once reborn as a monster made by a man untorn once she lent him light and she gave him grace and she shone so bright that he could not know her face he was built to kill she was born to die he is burning still in her sky and she gave him trust and she chose to save and she went to hell and she pulled him from his grave once he gave her love that she could not choose now she gives him love that he cannot use from her frozen heart came that love she gave in the realm of art he has chosen still to save in the fire this time he is born again he has been remade without stain now he gives her back all the fire she lost there's a world to save and he will not count the cost he was cold as ice in the fire he burned once the sacrifice now to heaven returned and he gives her back all the love she gave and he gives her life and he pulls her from her grave macha macha@ntl.sympatico.ca first draft 24 may 2003