Tears tread down an anew path
Reach the lips,
A few drops swallowed,
A few slide into a chalice,
Half filled now with emptiness of loss,
A Neutralized Void,
Other Half echoing with incomprehensible whispers,
Whispers in an alien language of hope hopefully,
Maybe the humming of music from the land ahead,
The land of wolves?
There is null, a heavy null frosting the airs of the chalice
Yet within the null, the mind tries,
Mind tries to cast a reflection on the frost,
Within line of sight of thy eyes of the soul,
A vision of a different free future,however hazy,
The soul stands just beyond the arched entrance into an unknown terrain,
The fragrance from those lands have drifted beyond,
To be inhaled by the soul,
Also murmurs of its stench have brushed the ears,
A thrill swishes through the veins,
Thorns flow across with it, tearing at the skin from within,
The flesh savors the burning pain,
As the soul attempts to numb it,
Unleashing its will,
The walls of the chalice quake,
A sheath formed from fragments of vision and hope ,
Engulf the goblet, firming its poise,
Beyond the arched gate,at twilight stands the soul,
Taking in the sight of the moor ahead.
Musing to itself words of hope, soothing the wounds of past agonies.
Harmonizing the world within.