It matters not to Hecate
what prayers were made,
or which path was chosen.
╭ Bit of a Warning ╮
Heavy Themes
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The Path Chosen
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![The Path Chosen-[IC]It matters not to Hecate
[IC]what prayers were made,
[IC]or which path was chosen.
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ıllı Jeremiah Morelli ıllı
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Let withered roots and gnarled branches
Become the guide one sought after the most;
Their shepherding whispers be the star
Which shines upon the stray wanderer's route,
From the pathless road the beacons lit,
An outcast's shelter has come into view,
Distanced away from eyes that control
And fangs which mercy never met nor knew,
Secluded from cacophony
Orchestrated by the foulest of songs,
This haven becomes a sacred place
Made to heal and be given life renewed,
No foulest wounds nor stench of hate
Could find respite on these hallowed grounds;
Shadows that writhe and thrive upon scorn
Shall find not even one act of refuge,
Tainted coins made from blood and tears
Never be welcomed nor would be greeted;
And those who carry a sinner's pouch
Be vanquished, slain by the hands of their own,
For there is no justice outside
The boundaries of this castaway land;
Who sits upon the façade called "throne"
Becomes justice, the law, and its hammer,
But kingdoms rise as kingdoms fall;
Justice, too, becomes tainted then renewed,
All to suit the maddened puppeteer
Whose strings become red like scarlet liquor,
All the while, the exiled sanctum,
Away from the caws of the thirteenth crow,
Would come to grow without need for swords
For life was peaceful as horizon's smile,
Let withered roots and gnarled branches
Become the guide one sought after the most;
And when met with a fork on the road,
Take heed of the kingdom thine heart wish for,
Be it through walls or bridges old,
One's own heart knows which path should be taken;
For none shall take the road to ruins
Unless righteous reason made itself known,
And none shall want the isolation
Unless peace was disturbed and needed rest,
All paths chosen was made within reason.
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ıllı Aaron Randy ıllı
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Comments (2)
Such nice words! :)
Thank you :smile_cat: