Conversion

My feet were bare, my heart on edge
Clinging to the precarious ledge,
A leap of faith, a fool's demise
Blasphemy on the mind so wise,
Fulfilling prayer turn into pledge
One soul emerging, another dies.

Into darkness my shell was cast
Night-time terrors I shall outlast,
Lamenting cries, the fearsome moans
The hungry eyes locked on my bones,
But all these sins I must run past
To enter deep the Grove of Crones.

Live through the night and turn the page 
And wake the day a newborn sage,
Aged heads freely a new sight gave
One must in mind and heart be brave,
Break free from darkness' mental cage
And live 'fore entering the grave.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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