April 17, 2011
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The Edge of the Woods
“Come, come into the woods,” I heard the mages say.
“We’ve seen the demons that you fight, even in the midst of day.”
A million candles lit the deep woods,
a necklace of torches hanging amidst the bleak;
I ask the mages if we would find rest
“No,” they say, ”but it is not rest you seek.”
Life came to a point at the place at which we stood,
The eerie voices of dark mages inviting us into the woods.
Our eyes were scared of life,
so we feasted on what was poison;
‘We will escape salvation,
If we drown among the noisome.’
When will my heart and body come together as one?
If life rose to meet us, how many of us would run?
But I will not enter the inky black,
and be swallowed up in the blur;
“Come, young ones, into the woods,
Or you will die for sure.”
Maniacal spirits danced before my eyes
as my past rolled by as a train,
“Do not think of rest, dear children,
For your souls were built for pain.”
Sins are what we do that we do not understand;
Why do we stay as children within these dying lands?
Some stay to build bivouacs,
which house their sordid thoughts.
Others flee into the woods
to seek the home of the gods.
Friend, will you follow if I go?
For death claims all the unknown,
And the world was made too large
for me – I cannot go alone.
“You know not what lies in there.”
Please, Sir, say I will not die.
“You were not made to flee your death,
But to live in search of Life.”
But I don’t want the woods to show me who I truly am,
I try to forget my evil past and I fear what I have planned.
Yet the quiet and infinite woods
whisper promise of another place.
But it’s so hard to move forward when
we know our sins more than his Grace.
No life is worth the pain of the woods;
why must we travel this way?
Why would we venture into the Night?
“For you know what lies in Day.”
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