When stars scream to the unreal void
This life’s lamps are burnt.
New
breath you spark
The understudy learnt.
How quick comes he end?
I need to know.
Am I running out of time?
How
fast must I go?
The screaming stars won’t help you now
They’re hiding in the
clouds.
Unseen by human eyes
We must look beyond the shrouds.
Shrouds of anger, shrouds of calm
Therein lies your fate.
It’s only
one or the other, my Friend,
Which path will you take?
One leads to satisfaction,
But it carries a heavy price.
The other ends
in glory,
You must make your choice.
Are you destined to live,
In the light of eternity?
Or deep in the shadows
Of
conscious self-pity?
Look up, what a sight
To see the stars resurrected.
Look out, take flight
Your
indecision, detected.
Now comes the true test
Of the infinity of will.
Do you take up the challenge
With
sword or with quill?
The names on the wall
Are those gone before you.
Failure means the end,
Success,
you pass through.
Into the realms of boundless pleasure
Your reward, in which to bask.
Of
the price of ignominy,
Need you ask?
Walk with me and see,
I will give a peek
Of the glory of victory
Of
the paradise which I speak.
Is there Heaven on Earth?
Who am I to say?
But in reward for your courage
It
is here you may stay.
Follow my hand,
The arc of my arm through the air.
All you see will be
yours
Now you must prepare.
Go now, choose your weapon,
In the Goddess’s Garden you meet
With
the armies of night,
An ambush to defeat.
Is this temptation
What I offer you now?
I wouldn’t stoop to such
levels,
I wouldn’t know how.
I offer you nothing
But that what you dream.
To live on the level,
‘Stead
of balancing on the beam.
Would you rather I left you
In the twilight, alone?
I could leave you
right now,
Just let me know when you’re done.
The journey has begun
It’s up to you to make a move.
I’ll
meet you on the border
‘Neath the mountains, in the cove.
He is brave, but is he clear?
His intentions worthy of merit?
Courage
is a virtue to behold,
I know he won’t hide it.
How he will show it,
Is my only concern.
Is he content with his destiny?
Or
for more does he yearn?
Should he return I will know,
If truth was on his side.
Did he spy
the trap?
Did the Goddess kiss his eyes?
I hear tears on the wind,
Victory or defeat?
Time is running backwards,
At
midnight we meet.
The Goddess on her chariot
And he dressed in gold.
The colour of conquest,
A
story often told.
How it came to pass
Is of utmost importance
All that needs to be said,
He took the poets stance.
He accepted the challenge,
His duty to himself.
The words that he wrote,
Brought
to life from the shelf.
They came pure from a place
Most observe with disgust.
Now they will be
shared,
Not buried in the dust.
He has the mind of a poet
And the heart of a thief.
By this he means no
harm,
Or so is my belief.
As we approached the land
Where he will end his days.
There is a rock
at the gate,
On it, it says....
Only themselves understand themselves
And the like of themselves,
As souls
only understand souls....
With the words of Walt
He had swept aside,
The villainous touch
Of
the high-wailing tide.
“Be free in reality”
Was the mantra he chanted.
And by his
own actions,
His wish had been granted.
Free to roam,
To think, to be.
There is no-one I know
Richer than he.
I left him at the gate
Of the clear, crystal dome
Concealing his future,
His
Heaven, His Home.
