Renewal - Moving Forward (part 1)

Slumber consuming until painful waking sorrow imbues it's dark face upon
mine own
Knowing that when last I tread upon soil mine wretchedness knew no
bounds
Smiling through one side and gnarling sharp fanged bone through the next
Shaking my fist in the face of mine own divine acquiescence
Screaming at the gates of Acceptance and spitting upon Her hallowed
ground

Light pouring through every open gateway into my soul
Burning my hardened mind and callused heart to a state of bittersweet
pain
My tongue unable to form the precious words that long to say to this
angel
This peaceful divinity that covers my every thought like a canopy within
a dream
This muse that ever feeds my emotion and consumes my every waking
synapse

Time, in a line of marching skeletal nomads moves past me in a
melancholy cadence
The clouds pass over my head like a mephitic haze of remembrance
Spending countless nights agonizing over injudicious decisions
Searching every last inch of my now desolate inner being for but a
-reason-
Digging through my mind to find something worth clutching

Suddenly, over the horizon, I saw a light rise through the caliginous
depths of my mind
I could hear the sound of reason and the decipherability of but -one-
voice in the myriad
The sacred rythm once again being heard in my spiritual ears
The war drums being silenced from their incessant pounding
The field of corpses before me slowly disintegrating into a blank canvas

I paint a new picture upon this wool-white vestment of renewal
I see once again that color can burst forth from the black
I look towards the sky and reach out to embrace that which will come
I long for the sweet voice of the Siren that will lull me into absolute
singular peace
I seek the face of that which never left me for one moment

Because she is so very beautiful when she smiles












Penned by my hand on the 11th of Sarapin, in the year 420 AF.