The Acolyte

I beheld my life in all its mortality,
and I knew I could not tread the same path.
We often mistake the horizon for the journey's end,
though ever farther it does recede.

So I plunged myself into the deepest wood far beyond the haunts of men.
There I learned it's not the beasts without that they fear, but the demons within.

Demons Within!

You come bearing gifts and lofty words.
Peace in your countenance but a sword at your side.
I can see the worm burrowing behind your eyes.
They hover about you, the poisonous flies.

I need not your contempt for life, nor the plagues of your guilt.
Your cruel path towards enlightenment shall reap thee perpetual misery.

In my cathedral of the forest, the vaults of green rise before me.
A tremulous light weaves through the trees and illuminates their leaves.

It is here that I reign and am humbled just the same.
I fall to my knees and resonate with the impulse of this vernal wood.

The sea, the earth, the sun elevates me above the sky,
where I can see the storm
coming to cleanse this world of all which it fears.
A violent wind gathers in the darkness.
Coiled and poised to strike upon the beast.

I shall not kneel before your words of fear,
nor the blood upon your throne.
All I need is before me, all I have is within.
I lift my eyes beyond your poisoned schemes.

I need not your contempt for life, nor your need for absolution.
Your false hopes of enlightenment shall not chain me in misery.

I... I am aware now
I... I am aware now