This is just a poem that tells of the Lone Power's view of his transformation and redemption.
One mistake, one little mis-Spelling. Powers save me from my own hand and words. Help me Love!
Dark fire, breaks the night.
Trees bleed and cloud my sight.
Tortured cries remind me of who I've been, what I've done.
Oh what I've done!
In Life's name and for Life's sake,
How could I forget?
But I did.
Lost and lonely I called for something half remembered and she came.
Child of light she came, and shed her coat of grass and grain when Demeter refused.
My dear transformed, to Persephone from Kore.
Took on darkness and shadow as robe and cloak,
And followed me.
She followed me, unafraid and not misled.
Freely she chose me, and freely I responded to her.
But that was only one life, one face.
Later, angry and scared, too proud to admit it,
Another came and fixed it,
Rewrote it,
Gave me back what I had thought lost forever,
A way out,
Life!
And again, when I tempted the children of another she held me,
Freed me,
And I saw the way in,
And took it, forced and freely.
And my Sister stood there, and I entered,
But She was gone.
Gone.
I looked, oh how I looked!
And I couldn't see her.
Couldn't see the spark for the light, the shadow for the darkness.
And just when I thought I could look no more,
She came to me.
Threw herself into my embrace and all was right again.
And as we danced our joy, danced a Making,
I told Her how scared I'd been,
that I'd never find Her.
She was touched but my concern, and then laughrd lightly.
"But Love, didn't I say I'd always be there when you needed me?"
I nod, and laugh in pure unrestrained joy,
And we dance our joy,
For each other, and the light.
Well, that was certainly free verse⦠I moved the clumps of text around like that because I was having trouble getting it spaced right. Hopefully that wasn't too confusing to follow.
