@chococolte. I appear to be having issues with sending asks so I hope this format is alright. As you can tell, by the amount of poetry I've made, I am still very much enjoying your work.
Devoted followers
Shielded by steadfast earth
Cloaked by wandering winds
Guided by mournful lightning
Warded by boundless flora
Draped in shimmering ice
Crowned in flickering flames
Guarded in elegant dew
It is for their Holiness
That they unite
If their Grace demanded for their death
To rip open their chest
And hand deliver their heart
They would without hesitation
Displayed as glorious offerings
Nothing would please them more
Than the act of pleasing their God would be
If they were ordered to bare their soul
To let their Deity into their body
And puppet their every move
They would scramble to be the first
To be honored as a vessel
They would never deny their Creator
Their belongings
Their home
Their people
Nothing mattered
Not if their Beloved called for it
The Exalted One above all
Who were they to defy your will
When even the slightest praise
Fulfilled the very purpose
For which they were born for
Perhaps it is true
That they've fallen from grace
But they could never really care
Not when their Honored One holds them so
Blessing them with tender love
And keeping them ever close