Poised to advance,
To release from one's palm
The fingertips gripped in a child's small hand,
To leave mother's side,
Adult wisdom to gain,
Knowledge to calm,
One's own legs to stand on.

The death of one era's
Another's rebirth,
Evolution comes not
Without taint of fear.
Mother once blinded
Your eyes to debaucheries,
Order sequesters
Truth's light from your mind.

Why seek out the fetters
Youth sought so to leave?
You pantomime existence
Hung from golden strings.
The fingers of gods
Now to you clutch.
Divine parentals!
You look for instruction.

What aspect of knowledge
So terrors your soul?
Why starve yourself
When you hunger for response
To inquests which long
Have plagued the minds of all?

Good is not good
When balance it checks.
To eradicate evil
Tilts further the scales,
And Light, for its efforts
Becomes tyranny.
Beware, that one becomes
not the monster he fights.

A cage,
Whether of platinum
Or wood
By another title cannot be known.
What places manacles
Upon the wrists of the spirit
Cannot be condign
For the betterment of the extant.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Aeguary, in the year 363 AF.