Traveling Dazzler

I used to try and fight.

Tried to hide,

Denied my purpose.

Let it surface on some nights

And get excited,

I’d get nervous.

Though I was sure this path was right,

I’d let my mind become my burden.

With curtains thick over my sight,

My light was swept under the current.

But I heard this screech one night in bed,

It turned my dread back into courage.

There perched an owl overhead,

He said, ‘you best get back to working.’

For serpent is strong, and always fed.

So you bet your lead he’s always lurking.

Searching for those weakened threads.

So he can spread his reach,

Be certain.

Now for this battle you’ve been trained.

Your name’s engrained upon the saddle.

Inside that satchel,

Magic aid,

When sprayed stay brave,

And don’t be baffled.

From sheep and cattle

you must refrain.

With draining games and foolish babble.

Son,

You’ll have to take the reins to break those chains

And get a handle.

So I began to seek and change.

The knowledge gained became substantial.

I saw the hassle attached to blame,

So I changed my aim to take that jackal.

Learned to travel astral planes,

To wake my brain and get a handle.

The shaking candle became flame,

A strengthened frame,

No longer fragile.

Hear the crackle,

Feel the heat,

As I beat my weakness on the anvil.

Storm the castle,

Rushed its peak,

But found my dreams,

The only damsel.

The path I travel,

Light now seeps.

And speaking seeds

I feed that dazzle.

Trevor Killian, 2021