reforge

i gather these fragments lying on my palm, blowing a faint wish into the gaps of the shining glass, shattered but yet not broken; i raise my prayer towards the morning sun and chant a silent oath. and as the boiling furnace melts and burns the hardened shreds into crystal goblets of fortified lava, i tuck it close to my heart, reforging them into something only i can wield, something i will be able to dedicate this treasure to another vessel of my heaven, to another hell i have yet to experience before.