The Demons Peace Pt2

Stepping closer and slowly reaching out The gossamer being vanishes once again The terror within releases a curdling shout And night is upon my blackened soul once more The haunting reality of this life What unthinkable things it has in store In the deep dark recesses of my being I crumble to ash and dust on concrete floor Releasing a whimpering moan as I lay dying A stricken pile upon this icy stone Nothing, nothing more, nothing The silence rings out like bone on bone The oozing mass of my internal unrest Settles as a simmering stew The demons worst has done its best A gentle breeze uplifts my dust Like a swirling devil it rises up Scatter me to the winds if you must Fiery gentle kiss upon my ashen lips My Goddess golden before my eyes Touching the edges of my soul with her wingtips Her breath gives life to my awakening Angelic mesmeric touch Takes me to a new beginning With a mighty blow I become one With all living things since now and before With a whisper this tortured life is done I feel her presence all around I hear the call of every living thing I listen as my demons make no sound These evil things once born of flesh Their screaming hatred lost in the past And like my body they are nought but ash She is mother, wife, and sister, she is earth The serenity of all things This sister, wife, and mother, who gave us birth