Timong Lightbringer: Notes of the Under-Enlightened [poetry]

The veil of darkness is your cloak,

And heart resembles walls of rock.

The pits on floor possess no threat -

To fall in them you will be glad,

And with this maze you've formed band …

But you're still standing where you stand.

The walls of past are thick to hack,

But you will have to make a brack

And to destroy them once for all ...

For this is only worthy goal.

My words may help you on this path ...

I am not first, I am not last,

For your new life I am the lawyer,

But some still see me as destroyer.

And when it's cold, and when it's dark,

I may become short-living spark ...

From time to time, when need is dire,

I shall become a Purifier.

I'll burn to dust those foul webs,

I'll kill all spiders with sword's stabs,

I shall become a distant light

Who guides to exit, shining bright.

And when the maze is left behind,

Screw up your eyes to not be blind,

For rising sun you'll see on fore ...

And from this time I'll be no more.

It is so difficult to say

If one can follow own way,

If he can face what lies ahead,

If he will live - or live as dead.

You've faced choice the thousand times,

You've known what is called "the primes",

But did you have eternal will

To pass trough tortures, living still ?

When times are hard for thou to act

Thou will submit and will react,

When times are difficult to speak

That coward silence thou shall seek.

When being charged with the guilt

There is no choice for thou but wilt,

And when betrayed by a friend

Thou will be stunned where thou stand.

When all the rest will turn away

You'll make yourself your own pray,

And when the light of hope will fade -

The prime of torture is now made.

And if there is no place to hide

You'll still elude the danger's sight,

And when nowhere you can run

You will be dead, you shall be done.

No one will come to nameless grave -

From time we're born we aren't safe,

But did thou have thy inborn will

To live that live - and pay its bill ?

It is thy choice that must be done -

Will thou have strength or will thou run,

But did thou have thy inner will

To pass through it - and live on still ?

When thou will stand between the choice

Shut up thy mind, hear heart’s voice,

For when all dangers make thy stout -

At last thou’ve found thy way out...