The Longing

The Longing

In the darkness, I could not see

the demon which was clawing at me,

crying out to rise in haste,

while leaving me in mortal waste,

because this thing, I could not let go,

untouched seeds I would not sow.

So instead it came in dreams,

endless halls of running to extremes,

while haunted...chased, I ran in fear,

with screams of terror no one could hear,

for only one could hear my call,

which echoed through the endless halls,

that thing that chased me endlessly,

into a corner where I could not flee.

And there I stood in terror's grip,

letting not a single breath slip,

as it came to stand before,

while I crouched upon the floor.

And to that unknown entity,

I would not raise my eyes to see.

So it took my face in hand,

and raised it high to see the land,

and to my mortal eyes behold,

before me stood a mirror old,

and in it's breadth, there I stood,

no longer concealed beneath a hood,

that left me breathlessly distraught,

running away from all that I am naught,

and instead it stood to wait,

beckoning me to embody my fate,

for there came arms of tender embrace,

bringing finality to the endless race,

that I had run until that time,

where now I stood enshrouded in the sublime.

From the depths of the darkness unknown,

where I came to stand alone,

to face a nightmare demon it seemed,

I found instead myself redeemed.

For what was unseen, I did embrace,

leaving the endless cycle in a state of grace.