an Acolytes' tale
I woke up this morning to find myself dead to yesterdays' delusions. All my days had brought me to this one. No longer would fear be my reignmaster. The refreshing morning dew of hope, clung to me as a wet blanket, creating the catalytic heat of a new day, with outstretched hand, beckoning me to arise.
The ambitions of the past which drew me to the well of unquenched thirst & fierce appetite, now disappated into the morning sun. Fleet of foot, staring at where I once had been, the story unfolded, unable to walk out, & with baited breath, I remained sure.
Death walked behind me, powerless to influence the path that had been set long before. Memories stalked me, as I tried to make progress through the mire. I remembered the old man saying, unguarded strength is where weakness resides. It would not be easy. I climbed to reach the new frontiere, where rhyme was reason and fear unknown.
There was still time to turn back, absence unnoticed, but with each foot pressing forward into the virgin snow, I felt the pull of the moons’ draw, as a mariner, beguiled by the sirens' song. The bounty of destitution had brought me this far, how could I now betray?.
They say his wounds healed ours. Tis because I am mean, his ways look kind, a voice murmered. I ignored it, the darkness still had work to do. Accompanied only by the winds’ flute-like whispers, I pressed on into the cold night air, chilling my skin, purging my soul, and providing new energy to tired limbs.
Anytime now, I should arrive, as a newboy, waiting for the bell to chime assembly. My anticipation was reciprocated with welcome acceptance. As I stood in the stargate, I reflected, I had gathered much in life, and had nothing left, now that I had little, I had enough.