echoes the madness, what a thrill
needy seduction isn't my thing
choosing to repel more than seduce
an awkward and an odd darkling
sinister desire makes me weak
so I still my mind of such thoughts
entering into my domain, I listen to the host
who utters vows and advise
determined to go my own way
disatouous regret to go back now
I’ve come so far in the black
with no sight and no one to guide me
creator of visions stalking the truth
come to know myself
in my sacred places secure
sanctity in the knowledge, I’m grateful
that by your dead light you saw me
and let me pass with a blessing








“creator of visions stalking the truth
come to know myself
in my sacred places secure”
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, the verse above I dig a lot. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously I’m happy this resonated with you ❤️