Poetry

[Reaper]

Thirteen hands upon my shoulder, tunnels twisting through the wake,
interlocking fire and ether, stone upon which cold waves break.

Thirteen voices, ever-calling, thirteen tongues that speak as one,
pouring light through crystal vessel, know the words or be undone.

Thirteen eyes watch darkest corners, hearts that know no stately rest.
Dance through dreams of hidden children, leap through doorways; know the test.

Be not burned in flame consuming, be not drowned in airless depths,
serpent’s poison grants them visions, stars undying do the rest.

Thirteen heartbeats, blood consuming, give of life as water-light,
fruit in-taken, purpose blooming, candle-glow within the night.

Hills beyond the valley shadowed, gates whose path trails thirteen stairs,
followed darkness, angel-music, pulled to heights beyond despair.

Silence is the space that fills
dawn of whispers, touches soft
unseen strength now held aloft,
ignited blaze, truth unshaking.