Precious stones
Soaked in moonlight
Reminds me of rites
And passages.
Come out.
The cave is dark.
Forget the ending draught,
Move on.
It's time.
Hear it calling you?
The more you resist
The more tired you become.
Open up.
A flower to the sun,
A bloom to the night,
Glowing soft.
Night creature.
See the potential of the soul.
Death means rebirth.
Be strong.
Fear not.
Fear speaks up first,
Its voice so loud.
Be aware.
Darkness around
Because you are the light.
A shinning beacon,
A glaring symbol
Of hope.
Night calling.
Comfort for the change.
Gentle scent assuages
Any guilt the passage gave.
About the Creator
Kachiri Ransom
Finally following my dreams after constantly following advice.
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