The paths of shade and shadow
shifting like desert sands
have led me here,
to this Golgotha.
Through misty valleys,
past unfound doors,
through darkness and light,
I have walked bravely.
But this place,
This place of bones,
This place scares me.
this pallid place.
a space of sorrow and loss
a place of beginning and ending,
a place of things lost and of things found.
A great battle of giants
left this place charred.
My path leads me through.
what will i find?
what will i lose?
i step to the bones
and leave the mists behind
its castle receding into her veil.
I stride among the dead giants
hearing their whispers.
listening to their sad songs.
still onward i walk
in the dusky twilight
the bones begin to sing........


well done that poet/Bard!

