Divine Memory

Make your place within this world

     And find your memory warehouse

Mine is in the ocean in the crashing waves and gentle breezes

     Misty, non-habitual, falling trees

Jack and Jill of unfortunate device ...

STOP CHASING ME

     First with your fist - then your presence

And your voice - so sad

     I am not guilty of this, either ...

Don't put the blame where it is not welcome.

Cry your eyes out

     And then maybe you can see the truth

I have been too battered to forgive for the moment

     Too scared to ever forget

Let me get on with my HAUNTINGS ...

Spells - MAGIC - my life - my soul

     Enriched with the golden blood of older times

My ancient wisdom tries to grasp not striking DOWN

     That which I can so easily destroy

Mercy of one who could crush is hard-pressed to annihilate ...

My ghost-like presence will not give you fear

     Because you will drown in your own sorrow soon enough

My efforts need not be used.

     So when the night whispers your name - be afraid ...

Be VERY AFRAID ...

And when ceaseless wind howls and roars in your hollow, ringing ears ...

     Cry for what you have lost -

For you have lost so very much.

Mdawn