The crossroads – becoming

Wandering, and the reaper sings
vengeance
A dream so desired
A sacrifice
in which to bury the poison
and violent deeds
Becoming

Alone, suffering
Withering and waiting for
the soul to depart
the cold earth to swallow
Deprived so long
of being
Love, no longer
Loved, no longer
Becoming

The calling
where the blood has spilled
and shall spill no more
Into shallow depths
beneath crumbling soil
and sunken stars
The lore speaks
and enslaves one more
to rise into
Becoming

Wronged, the calling tells
Belonging to no one
Bare, a ring forgotten,
the beast is
Becoming

© 2016

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