The Demons Peace Pt2
Stepping closer and slowly reaching out
The gossamer being vanishes once again
The terror within releases a curdling shout
And night is upon my blackened soul once more
The haunting reality of this life
What unthinkable things it has in store
In the deep dark recesses of my being
I crumble to ash and dust on concrete floor
Releasing a whimpering moan as I lay dying
A stricken pile upon this icy stone
Nothing, nothing more, nothing
The silence rings out like bone on bone
The oozing mass of my internal unrest
Settles as a simmering stew
The demons worst has done its best
A gentle breeze uplifts my dust
Like a swirling devil it rises up
Scatter me to the winds if you must
Fiery gentle kiss upon my ashen lips
My Goddess golden before my eyes
Touching the edges of my soul with her wingtips
Her breath gives life to my awakening
Angelic mesmeric touch
Takes me to a new beginning
With a mighty blow I become one
With all living things since now and before
With a whisper this tortured life is done
I feel her presence all around
I hear the call of every living thing
I listen as my demons make no sound
These evil things once born of flesh
Their screaming hatred lost in the past
And like my body they are nought but ash
She is mother, wife, and sister, she is earth
The serenity of all things
This sister, wife, and mother, who gave us birth
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