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I

The light I see before the dark

     consumes the rest of me.

How else could I resist the night?

     How else could I be free?

This path I walk is full of trees,

     the shadows, side by side,

along my steps of ancient dread,

     my secrets judge with pride.

At last the stream I longed to see

     is right before my eyes.

My body feels a deeper need:

     his sorrows to baptize.

II

I wander through the deepest night,

     my footsteps trace my path

towards a land that holds inside

     an ancient, burning wrath.

Their souls, corrupted by the lies

     of long-forgotten kings,

reject the healing, calming cure

     that nature gently brings.

I left before the dawn of day,

     I had some miles to go

until I reach that distant place

     where golden rivers flow.

III

‘Alas! The trumpet’s here at last

     and those who listened will

receive the land beyond the sun’,

     at last I stopped my quill.

The sounds that came from further out

     inspired this hand of mine

to write without the fear of death

     the lines I here confine.

The time has come for me to leave

     the land I used to love.

My name is called, at last I’ll join

     the chambers high above.

(April, 2026)