The Martyr's song

How I wonder, my mighty foe
If thou ever would get to know
In all the blows thou struck to kill
T'was our aspiration you helped fulfill.
                      

The sight of our flesh, torn and bleeding                   
Filled you with triumph's blind ecstasy
Thus thou couldn't see, busy rejoicing

Your prey that lay still, too was smiling.         
                   

How I wonder, my mighty foe
If thou ever would get to know 
Though your shackles we couldn't breach
Our spirits soared beyond your reach.

Alone we were breathing your air hostile,
Yet to intimidate us, an attempt futile
For in your very valley of dread and horror
She revealed Her Presence, unleashed Her Power.

At Her was fixed our moist gaze,
Her we sought through our tear's haze. 
Even when our eyes for a while, shut in pain,   
Unable to bear the burden of your harm                   
We were carried in the grace of Her arm.           
At Her feet we gathered our strength again.

And when awareness returned, what do we see
My exhausted enemy, for rest he plea.
And we couldn't help but laugh

As we waited for him to play his part.
Thus, he took turns to complete his task,
Doing what we neither recall nor care,
As Her hands slipped into ours
 Our pain She began to share.

How I wonder, my mighty foe
If thou ever would get to know
Defeat echoed in every cry of your victory
If not for thee, how would I offer my suffering?