In a dream I stood
atop,
The place from whence
the cliff did drop,
I sat atop a
blackened peak,
Because of things that
I did seek
Before me yawned a
great abyss,
Oh, what evil had led
to this?
Why could I not have
led a life,
All filled with good
and not with strife?
At brink of chasm’s
edge I stood,
Like statuette of
stone or wood,
And set my heart at
last to leap,
The fruits of many
wrongs to reap
From cavern parts,
And darkened hearts,
Now came a beast,
On souls to feast
Its cunning words,
Like song of birds,
Like poisoned blooms,
All bringing doom
I knew that I in such
a state,
Could scarce deserve
a brighter fate,
And so prepared I for
the fall,
Completely in
Serpent’s enthrall,
Yet as my demise
closer crept,
I thought on past
misdeeds and wept,
And as my eyes shed
tears like rain,
They seemed at last
to see again
And high above I
spied a light,
A mountain not pure
black but white,
And at the very peak
I saw,
Deliv’rance from the
Serpent’s maw
The mountain’s steep
and rocky slopes,
Were spanned by
neither stairs nor ropes,
Yet still I started
my ascent,
For on success my
heart was bent
Far below the snake
now raged,
And war upon my climb
it waged,
But when it saw those
efforts fail,
It ceased to rage, it
ceased to rail
And now it turned to
cunning ways,
Witnessing to my dark
days,
And then on rocky
mountain steep,
I ceased my climb to
sit and weep
The Serpent’s words
they pierced my heart,
Each past misdeed now
like a dart,
And I then slid down
mountainside,
Borne upon my past
deeds' tide
And there I teetered
on the brink,
Not yet so far as yet
to sink,
And so my deeds took
life and rose,
They towered high a
Wolf of woes
Yet as I stood about
to die,
And into the abyss
then fly,
An Albatross all
snowy white,
Gave then to me the
means to fight
It dropped into my
shaking grip,
A sword as keen as
North wind’s tip,
A blade that shone
with raid’yant light,
A sword with which
the Wolf to smite
The Hound of woes
shrank from the light,
It recognized its
vanquished might,
It sunk down into the
abyss,
Rather than stay and
battle this
And with my enemies
at bay,
I saw no need there
then to stay,
And so I set off for
the top,
Determined not from
thence to drop
The battle between good and evil, Maat and Eesfit, light and dark, excellent conceptual poem....Was is a dream.....?.
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