The Night Fires

Upon a bridge between two blazing fires

I stand and watch the heavy river flow;

One fire soars like hope into the open night skies,

The other one burns low, licking life off the earth;

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I stand and know that I must pick a side;

I wish it was, but it is no longer my choice:

The fire ceremony, like the elements’ song, or the funeral pyre

The soulful prayer or the ultimate acknowledgment of loss…

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Suspended halfway over running waters,

I will remind myself I’ve said my honest prayers,

And they were pleas for a path to freedom and to courage;

I see that path now: how and where it goes…

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I took one step, so I will take another,

Walk all the way from twilight, and into the dark;

I fear, I fear it so intensely,

That on my fear I am becoming drunk;

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And with each step my heart is beating faster,

And with each breath my being overflows with dread;

Closing my eyes I turn into a flame,

With ashes dancing;

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I’m she, who dwells inside the fire,

She who shines more the more she burns

The Crystal Fortress

The crystal fortress –

The clear expression of the certainly

That the world, which it was built to guard,

Could never yield under attack:

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Its only knight’s armour

Is but her bare skin;

Her sword’s the clearest of mirrors

Cutting through flesh to reveal the heart;

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The moat around the fortress

Is filled with blooming flowers,

Whose beauty drowns in joy and colour

Each enemy, who tries to cross – and falls;

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The gates of this strange stronghold

Are made of silk and spring wind:

Whoever comes to them armed,

Leaves, enveloped in warmth;

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This fortress hides no secrets;

Inside it no one’s prisoner;

No treasures save for the truth

It keeps in open vaults