Creations’ Death

Onwards upon this strange behest,

The everlasting earths’ one call,

I walk with the fear of failing my quest:

Lest mine be a true soul’s true fall;

For in this feral void of disaster,

Lay those dispelled by the lone eraser-

His black sorcery to continue,

His perfect balance to review and renew,

They put most in plight-,

Allow few the gift of flight,

Dark that arises from the light:

Myriad shadows through myriad suns-

Banished, nevertheless His own sons.

With pain and delusion came the first day,

And their lightless life was ticking away-

When He turned to His punishing face,

Turned existence into a race,

Imprisoned minds in heaven and hell:

And with a vortex of lies He does quell.

How can I call such my father?

When I love one and another?

Paths do fork, and may have mislead,

Many a traveler may perish in dread:

Unsure of which path to tread…

Angels who rebelled against-

But angels still in their core essence,

Questioning can not be a sin,

So why’ve we been lead, to expel it from within?

Which true being, angel or mortal-

Would ever restrict, the flow of nature,

Would ever unsteady, her ancient anchor? 

Remember love, and forget sin-

Mistakes are natural, embrace nature,

And search within.

Conscious steps lead to freedom,

Truth is and truth will enlighten:

Recall these words when in dark despair,

And tell your tale, but tell it fair.

(Inspired by Philip Pullman’s ‘His Dark Materials’ Trilogy.)