I have been to the highest step outside the gates of Heaven;
The gold flickers from the light that was within me.
I have been to the deepest caves of Hell
Where basalt lays as soot on the layers of my skin.
I have known the wonders of altering reality
With a word or a thought. It's easy.
And I have also known how it is deceived
To the point one has no control.
I have traveled the strands of Grey between
The extremes of Black and White,
And have worked them to aid and heal,
To defend and to start a fight.
I found there are many roads that lead
To Heaven and to Hell; I promise,
No one is traveled alone unto itself.
They weave amongst each other.
The Grid that nets us all as One
Exists for those who seek it.
But to use it is to be alone in a world
That finds each piece as separate.
I have kissed the hands of Saints and Angels,
And the lips of devils too.
Shadows bleed across my vision
Where Light and Dark create the Self.
I have been to many places that are
Reflections of us all.
But in the end no one is different,
We fade in the singular point of Death.