This is excellent. I love the mysticism within 'The Path'. The poem is vivid without being overly descriptive. I especially like the first two stanzas:
I am walking amidst the cold fog In through the musty woods And there in the darkness A light begins to shine
A candle in the cool breeze The flame dancing my mind A siren from a distance Singing tales that make you blind.
and the phrase:
In the blood driven time.
These are all so original, especailly 'A candle in the cool breeze'. This engages sight, feeling and hearing and therefore comes over as very sensual. I don't like your use of punctuation later in the poem. The piece had an organic immediacy when weren't including the comma's. I find the phrase:
The race of my kind
oblique. What do you mean by this? Is it intentionally ambigious? Since, you had referenced revolution I thought you might mean 'race' as in the fight and struggle which would inevitably come with a revolution, but as you had mentioned lineage I thought you might also mean race as in ethnicity ( this was my concept that seemed to dominate). If you only meant it in this way than I think you could write:
of my race
which would sound less obsolete. I like the archaic, mystical voice in this yet I think that line detracts because the inversion makes it confusing. Overall, an excellent and inspired poem.