Ravens wings
Draped in gold
The dark night of Soul
Illuminated by magic
In the mystery.
Fears of the unknown
Chatter like locusts
Unhinging mental machinations
Striving for fuel to uplift
Set free and fly.
Adorations of love and grace
Fall quietly into the black
Amid sordid lies and refuse,
yet
A sacred flame burns brighter
In this compost of thoughts.
Seeds of truth
In a forge of will
Always push upward
Seeking the light to expand,
Unfurl, and reproduce
The abundant sentience
Of Self.
~Jewls