the becoming

 
the aether took breath and form within me
I spin in the eternities
a child of the dawn
on the wheel of fate I turn
I drink in visions and exhale mysteries
 
chrysanthemums blossom in my chest
entwining with the soul of me
giving me new life
 
the dark wept--
murmuring secrets
I abhor her
I listen not to her whisperings
her guise the raven
insidious scavenger
my will I not be easy pickings
 
keeping to the path
I pick orchids of the damned
their skeletoned lies speak hidden truths
I will do as bidden
 
I hear the heavenly choir singing
they sing every night  
their song starlight
it will guide me on my way
 
to becoming