Numinously replete with Mana,
whilst greedily coveted, you
hesitate opening its blood cover,
sensing danger lurks within.
Grown unsure of your chances,
long circling the ancient rim,
lost to you are valorous heart,
an unquenchable youthful vim.
Descent without light or map,
a daunting, arduous task,
fool's errand or destiny's trap
reveal, as Evil drops its mask.
Submitted to shame and guilt,
years' toil under fear's lash, you
mislay all you imagined you'd built,
bowing frame as teeth gnash.
Answers to your predicament
on illuminated pages wink.
Cracked spine, a holy parchment,
or so you wish to think.
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
