Look into the crystalline pool that is
Who I am and who I was, in turn
And who I never wanted to be.
There are scars on my heart,
That only I can see.
The first vision fills my mind
A warm fire casts in me
A searing flash of joy.
Undefiled by betrayal, running rampant
is a joyous, innocent boy.
Lurking in the shadows,
Is a hateful child, full of spite.
Cut down the innocent one.
Sanguine streams feed Hellish fires,
In the eyes of this, the wrathful one.
When the blood has been spilt,
And rage no longer an option,
In Fury‘s wake, Repentance can be found.
To relieve those he’s harmed,
And run his icy wrath aground.
But Repentance became unnecessary,
But with Innocence dead,
And having developed a healthy fear,
That Fury might once more take control,
A new spirit of me must be made,
Sojourn comes, holding his quandaries so dear.
With these musings, invariably I find,
The muddled anguish of past life times.
Each time I let my mind roam free.
Dare I hope, now that he’s gone,
That I may find my first jubilee?
But now ‘tis time to return
From the reflective waters.
What has been, is all they show,
What is now, the waters don‘t see,
The future it’s shores can never know.
I look to the dawn,
For in its light I’ll find,
That neither rock nor paper tome,
Hold any of the future’s verses
Setting off now, and in peace I’ll make my home.