By Andrea Cox
This tale is true and mine
It is a tale of good and evil,
And the thin line between.
For the darkness has many disguises,
Using it's cunning to deceive its prey.
Blinding us of its true purpose
To corrupt, and destroy all things of the light
The river flows through the doorway of my soul,
Attempting to heal and fix what is broken.
In the end though, the darkness is immortal.
It was in this black abyss that I was born.
Knowing the cruelty of man, but still innocent, still naïve,
But through the darkness a false savior came
Bathed in light and warmth
His glamour so persuasive that I offered myself to him.
Hoping for a mere glimpse of what I could not know.
But as I said the darkness is devious,
And instead of raising me to the light,
As one would expect from such a great man
The savior threw me farther
Pushing me deeper and deeper into the blackness
Until all seemed lost. Shackles binding themselves around my wrists
Holding me down as my soul shattered. The glass cut into me,
Spilling my crimson liquid onto the ground
Then, as such is the nature of darkness, it had consumed me.
However all is not lost.
For through the darkness a beacon shines
Leading the lost to the light.
Waiting there, arms opened and inviting
Is the Goddess and lady, mother of the Earth.
The father, and lord, king of the skies stands by her side
Protecting those on their journey home.
For it is the God and Goddess from whom all begins
And it shall be only by their power that life returns to its womb
Until such time as it is ready to be reborn again.