Communion of the Dusk Rose [MTG]

"Another MTG track. This one goes out to my main girl Elenda, first of the vampires in Ixalan, Saint of the dusk rose! This track is from the point of view from an acolyte on Ixalan who always believed Elenda would return from her departure and slumber. This is a love song from a devoted follower who wishes to atone for his sins and to reform the doctrine of consensual consumption of the blood sacrament. -Zero B". ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Rosa mía... no— Rosa de todos nosotros... Bendita entre las sombras... I am one of thousands at your altar One voice in the chorus of the aching I do not ask to have you for myself I only ask to kneel here, trembling, waiting They say you walked into the golden city And what you found there opened you like flowering You became the wound we press our lips to The sacred vein from which we take our meaning I would bare my throat among the faithful Take my place in line to feel your blessing I covet, yes—but I would never claim you To share you is the sweeter kind of aching Santa Elenda, Rosa del Crepúsculo Pierce me with the sacrament of longing I am not the only one who hungers But let me hunger loudest in your garden Santa Elenda, templo de la noche Your congregation shivers at your name We are the mouths that open for communion Baptized in the shuddering of your flame I've dreamed the pressure of your teeth like scripture The way the first ones fell beneath your shadow To be unmade by you would be an honor A death so sweet it makes the living hollow The others pray beside me in the darkness I hear their breath go ragged with devotion We do not compete—we harmonize our yearning A choir of the willing, warm and open So let me be a vessel for your thirst One drop among the ocean you've been given I do not need to be your only chalice I only need to know that I'm forgiven Santa Elenda, Rosa del Crepúsculo The faithful line up just to feel you near Our throats exposed like prayers made of flesh now Communion is the tremble and the tear Santa Elenda, madrina de los hambrientos You teach us that to give is to receive We offer up the pulse beneath our skin And learn what it really means to believe Tómame entre los demás No pido ser el único Solo pido una gota De tu gracia infinita I've watched the chosen ones approach your presence Watched them return with eyes like shattered windows I do not envy them—I celebrate them Each one who tastes you makes the faith grow stronger To covet is to worship what's beyond me To ache for what belongs to something higher I tend this flame because it burns so sweetly The sacred and profane share the same fire And when the tomb broke open like a promise When centuries exhaled their held breath I fell among the others, all of us weeping The bride of night returned to us from death You looked upon your congregation gathered So many throats bared, waiting for your word And in that moment I swear I felt you see me— One face among the thousands, and still heard Santa Elenda, Rosa del Crepúsculo You've risen and the faithful are rewarded We kneel as one, a garden of the willing Each thorn a prayer, each drop of blood recorded Santa Elenda, madre de los devotos Your blessing falls on all who wait in line I am not special—that's what makes it holy One sinner in the temple, drunk on the divine Floreciendo en la fe de miles... Para ti, con todos los demás Mi sangre entre su sangre Una ofrenda entre muchas Pero ofrecida... completamente Bendita seas, rosa eterna Amén... amén...