Go, go on raven wings wafting in the night.
Go where dragon fire flows upon the Acheron,
Where Leviathan lurks in the mingling waters of Phlegethon.
Violent whispers – their only venom
There are no teeth, no claws, only the echoes of desperation,
But the fire is yours until the thoughtless is purged to thought.
Tread, tread with empty hands and fearless feet;
Tread across the hazy moors of Hades,
Where shades haunt the mounds and rocks
All history rests there, and rests in you
All shadows, all fears are yours
And your path alone to tread.
Sail, sail the unknown seas that lap and roil
In the unthinking mind.
Become Magellan drawn by mystery
Into the abysmal fountains,
Where young memories grow old
And time crawls on until the arresting moment
Makes them young again.
Rest, rest upon the wind tossed hills
Down in that world below,
And watch the wars that rage
Between saints and monsters
That pull the passions around the impassive flame,
And know the bellicose Alchemy that gives breath to soul
Will lead your weary eyes to rest at last.
© Jedidiah Paschall