Philosophical

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.

Conversion