Curling buds,
Growing Moisture,
Fertility hops to.
Eostre watches;
Sprigs peek out,
Leaves spring gently
Into Existence.

Cernunnos
Is invoked, and
Brings life forth.
The old hag
Succumbs to
The horned
Man.

Her
Cold heart
Warms to
A gently
Breeze,
And brings
Blood to
Life.

This space,
A hairs width,
Just a tiny bit.
Space full with
Lustre and Lack,
Forging silence
Against Virtue.

A space full of
Nothing, and
More. The black
Thoughts, spiral,
Converge as one
And the space is
Full of nothing.

A space or
Place, that
Minds can
Sit, yet
Should not
Sit.

A wasted

Space.

Sit in the
Glory of
Day, and
Bath in
Its Selfless
Ways.

Rise in
The East
Set in
The West
Climb
Higher.

This

Beloved Now

Pulls Foot,
Tongue, and
Mind.

Holds True
And Mighty,
This Old Hand.

Stands Firm
Against The
Burning Winds,
Of Time. Watching
Embers Gust Past.

This Beloved Now
Greets Us but Once,
Treats Us like We
Are Forever Nuzzeld
Next, the ***** of
Eternity.

The Wonder
I Forage,
Nurtures Me,
Holds Me,
Tempts Me,
Seeks for Me.

The Truth
I Bare,
Weighs Me,
Calls Me,
Tempts Me,
Seeks for Me.

The Poison
I Indulge,
Wares Me,
Needs Me,
Tempts Me,
Seeks for Me.

The Council
I Keep,
Guides Me,
Lifts Me,
Tempts Me,
Seeks for Me.

Woven Lines
Bound Tight,
Overlapping,
Contemplating
Rank and Satus;
Seeking Order.

The Highest
Of Highs, an
Upward Gaze.
A Brilliant Light,
Tempts Me,
Seeks for Me.
Sits with Me.
Sits with You.
Sits with US.

Darkness stirs the nectar
Of despotisms fatal cull.
A river bleeds out the
Fatal loss of fears cut.
Burning embers fall and
Gather, as villagers once had.
Near a smoulder, the wick
Of Creation sits in darkness.
The culling hands of Power,
Fear, and Hate, have broke
Again that internal flame.
I quiver at that piercing pain;
A pain that time has carried
Forever on the souls of man.
Darkness stirs on that ever
Broken nectar, who’s rot
Wares on the one mind.
I wish to calm those storms
Within, and light that candle
Wick and send that darkness
Running far off into the eternal.

I have killed.
Mutilated beings.
Destroyed homes.
And un-kindly,
Committed genocide.

A lone song bird, fell by my youth.
Tears that day for the first recognition.
Guilt.

The progress that commands attention,
drives my bemoaning hand to ****.
Blades cutting for looks amongst the wild,
dicing any who lay beneath them.

In my hast to live in progress,
I am led to disrupt the belittled
Creatures of the land.

Colonies fell by the fire of my confusion.
In youth I withered to conform to the norm.
The creatures killed by a giants hate.

Alas I find the world is riddled to death;
The secret need to ****, the secret darkness in all.
A shadow to the life we dream,
but a shadow unseen.

Sitting in a swirl of unease,
Hope hum's a loving tune.
Erasing traces of fear and chaos,
But clamouring to be heard in full.
A noble knight Hope becomes,
Treasured by the feeble mind,
Respected by the heroic soul.
Hope sits in the metaphysical.

Blushing with discomfort she
Calls to her knight. Hope dashing,
Settles in her mind, lifting her fear.
The villain has passed, her mind slows.
Hope the hero again, her crutch,
No need to strengthen defences.
Hope has galloped to her heed,
Back to the meta Hope rides.

Distaste swells in his soul,
Has she left his heart to die?
Will she take all that was his?
Hope storms through his thoughts,
Lifting one above all the rest.
She cares still, her thoughts are of him.
Hope, chest barrelled slips back
To the metaphysical, cozy once more.

Hope, gentle upon his throne,
See's in the distance Despair,
Who slithers up his golden steps.
She scowls at his taunting grin,
Her eyes keen on his destruction,
But today she has brought tea.
Stepping down from his holy height
Hope stands tall awaiting.
Drooling, Despair pours him
A cup. Her presence greeted
With captivation, and the two
Flow for hours in conversation,
Until both receive call from the
Physical ones again.