PART TWO
Fear and the Knife
Fear of death creeps over me
Time and time again
Black slicing madness of eternity
A tremor in my brain.
The end of reason
The end of thought
The end of feeling
The end of form
Calling from across the Void
Calling me home.
Greeted at the gate by He
Who over darkness rules
I shed the garments of my life
My soul a shining jewel.
My fear I give
I now release
its grip upon my throat
and offered up to She who is
mysterious and remote.
Clad in black, Her silk fine hair
in strands of pearl and white
a silver sickle stained with blood
Reflects the full-moon’s light.
The gate is opened wide and then
I see beyond my life
and know beyond the shades of doubt
the gift of Ana’s knife.