Beckoned

There was a traveler who wandered the plane,

evading the storm that layed waste to the vain.

Seeking shelter, then discovering a way;

a cave, upon the moss, did the weary head lay.

Awakened to a voice from down below, heard within,

"venture deeper futher for anew to begin".

Guided by the hand of providence and fate,

the traveler continued, refusing to abate.

Lured into the deep by the voice down below,

on a trail laden with fear, pain and sorrow.

Seven days passed until what was eventually found,

deep within the earth was the source of that sound.

Traversing the dark depths of the subterranes,

Steps guided the traveler by shimmering veins.

A fading radius of the lantern's glow,

allowed only so much of the walls to show.

Embracing the shadows, further venturing,

through past moments, worthy of remembering.

Quiet was met with the fear of the unknown,

into the hollow was every past deed shown.

Regret and remorse was felt down to the bone,

silence had changed into a lamenting groan.

Sound then distorted, textures and matter turned.

Within the windows, spaces lit with fire burned.

Images flashed of the traveler's past toils.

Old faces, once forgotten, rose from the soils.

Fending, by resolving, these manifestations,

incurring a gauntlet of past complications.

Subsiding this was the last remembrance,

when the noise became surrounded by silence.

In a large chamber, a great face was then shown;

a monument of a man, with skin made of stone.

"I am the fallen seed from the felled great tree.

The born and bound to the ground were made by me.

I am planted below this earthen hemisphere,

where no being of light or winged flight will come near.

Hidden is the essence of all that has grown,

thus I am the root of that seed which was sown.

I am but one voice that calls from deep below,

seek the other atop a crown cap of snow.

Once of the great tree of which I did now speak,

she flowed up with the winds to the highest peak.

As you have found me, you will receive my gift;

one half to reconcile the world gone adrift."

The walls began to cave, as the traveler escaped.

Behind the great golem, an opening had gaped.

Imbued was a renewed sense of purpose and direction,

brightening a hearth dimmed by insurrection.

Determined to climb that highest peak,

that other half above, the traveler did now seek.

In awe of the view of the destination,

bracing for the uncertain, verging consternation.

To scale a mountain while the heart was still weak,

and climb stepping stones with a spirit so meek.

To not fall, control and focus was the key,

to reach that light the traveler did foresee.

Reflections replaced thoughts of the very present,

and the wad knew to dwell is to remain quiescent.

Beyond every step, epiphany was found,

approaching the source of that ethereal sound.

It resonated superior, through the ascension,

inspiring the traveler to progress beyond suspension.

Upon the cliff, there was a field of glistening dew,

hovering above was a light, so blinding bright and blue.

Unsighted yet spying one that shone as the sun;

frozen in motion, the traveler could not turn to run.

Lost of all senses, save that of the mind's eye.

The voice then spoke, heard within, from up on high.

"I am the risen seed from the felled great tree.

The formed and flown to the skies were made by me.

I am admist this heavenly hemisphere,

where no dark being or bottom dweller could come near.

Hidden is the essence of all that has flown,

hence I am the branch of that seed which was sown.

Being but one voice that calls from high above,

you can now unite what has been earned, with love.

Take this with that which you were given down below.

to the place of renewal and rebirth you shall go!"

Unplumbed into the ground, the traveler ceased to be.

Instead of flesh and bone, becoming a new world tree.

What was once taken from above and down below,

again became way for creation to thrive and grow.

Though trials and tribulations the traveler did incur,

the lesson, that in achieving, one must not defer.

Facing what is beneath, striving to reach what is above,

can only be fruitful if it is done so in love.