A party under a dark sky,
Heavy rain and thunder.
People with childlike hearts
And at the same time
With the strength of great warriors,
And muddy bare feet.
From afar
It might have seemed they were only
A bunch of people dancing,
But what was happening was much more than that...
They were wolfs
Howling to the dark moon,
Chants of freedom,
Like there was no tomorrow,
Like yesterday never existed...
Truly free,
Truly fearless,
Truly naked of past and future.
That moment belonged to all of them,
And they belonged to that moment...
It didn't matter what the future would bring,
What the past gave them or took away...
That moment was all they had,
When their paths crossed once again
In that healing land.

So many different lifes
That would come together once in a while
And it didn't matter what was behind
Or ahead:
When they were together
There was a feeling of oneness.

The fire pit was never lit that night.
Instead, the fire was shining and burning
In their bodies,
In their hearts.
There was music...
The thunderstorm playing drums,
The rustling leaves,
The sea song, just around the corner.
There were games of shadows,
Souls pouring the light and the darkness
Into those sacred grounds.
Those people were growing
(not only getting older)
At the sound of every beat,
With every step,
With each breath
(even if they didn't realize at the time).

Those moments were made of many things
Not only of rain and dark forest corners...
But every time there was a storm
The same thing would happen in the end:
The rain would stop
And the sun would rise.

I stand in awe with a heart in my hands
I looked up as I see my beloveds chanting the love and memories we've shared
My eyes cried for tears but nothing came out

I could see their faces disappearing before my eyes
My speech trembled with fear
And my words failed to reach their hearts

My breath slumbered as so I begin to my new adventure
In that moment He revealed himself to me
And so my soul He saved.

Author: Sebake Gavin

Thick strong Metal,
A grasp so Powerful,
Confining human Potential,
A Mind transformed to merely a Skull.

Trapped by the darkness of Thought,
Memories mutate into Shackles,
A Prisoner in the Mind’s Vault,
Lend me the strength to Grapple.

The chains Clanked,
As the wrists twisted with Intent,
The cold floor Thumped,
’Tis the hour to Rise & Defend.

A glorious battle to break Free,
Committed to overcome every Mountain,
Renouncing pain from the deepest Sea,
I am the Sufferer and the cruel Warden.