stir the airs and whisper nigh

 
deftly I ascend into the crimson corridor and beyond
careful not to disturb the restless spirits  
brooding bedevilment listlessly doing time in purgatory
 
I whisper a prayer to my guardian
shivering within me to meet such a fate
I push past the dark ones
up and higher still I rise
 
I am seeking the one
he knows me well
he watches on as I dwell in my sin
 
aching honesty I love him
on my lips his praise
I protect my heart with a ward
may he never know my predicament
 
precariously I balance the dark and the light
should we cross paths he will require my life
bloody epiphany a ritual to keep me
in my hour of dread I watch him...planning
 
I speak on the air
may he never find me