follow the voice

it's just inner dialogue, no big deal a shuffling of feet - a candle gets lighted up: who goes there? and a muse began to sing; found i started to copy that sing song tune, began to take a stroll, a walk into caves hauntingly beautiful, a run into traps, cliffs, poisoned lakes that appeared as nectar, exhilaration, purity then i tried to retrace my steps having doubled over in anguish, perplexed, frowning permanently etched. what goes on? could make neither head nor tails; then the candle's wick got burned out and darkness clung on to my eyes, my insides too wept from light gone - oppressive silence hung in the valley, the sea, the beckoning came subtly from an image come to life - and he seemed oddly familiar; though i could not place the memory; and i turned to purity clear just reflections of shadows lurking within - grasped not the stranger i saw. for a ghastly song swept through; a chill, a heat in my heart, like a burning, and still i was chasing for the star that seemed quite near. then it evaporated; bewitched, yet calm, i felt no horror at the stranger mocking, smirking for my heart raced at the sight of nyx who displayed all of darkness's secrets! i'm not that horror that tell am i? found her lovely beyond words, what cool detachment when fire and brimstone tried to carve out fear - darkness winked, fear and fire retreated, and then i heard the sound of chimes, my familiar friend now showed me the molten wax ah - this is you, he said. understood not, how could i? for i was alive, well and still almost touching the star while darkness wrapped around me like a blanket; warm, fed, chilled, detached, like nyx who smile made the fire cold! cool, cool - my muddled mind reached and tugged a soft blanket closer; you must take it off - the familiar said. and the foot steps retreated; retracing paths i had taken to catch that sleight of hand, something happened, an investigation while the knots became dead i found the cloak around me had become my skin. tight, comforting, nostalgic but as for detectives, plays and fun i have had enough. and it wasn't till old nyx gave a cough, did i see, feel tension rise; this palpitating heartbeat i took for life then i found meaning in a molten wax whose light had winked out - hug tight, soak up the sun this fake star - meant to lure, turned out to be a dragon's eye and tears that fell hot more than hot sizzling like fire eternal i wondered why the poisoned lake finally began to spit out what lay beneath. all in good time; i heard laughter cold it was then i found where i knew that familiar face; it was a time of innocence, a time of love, a time uncorrupted by mammon - by lust, greed, the whole horde most are wisely educated. means nothing. for when the song is sung; your legs will do the moving, your body will do the dance, and if you tell me you would not, nyx will say - they all do. paths hidden, paths laid out, path buried, paths stolen ... ... a beckoning, a face familiar, hand reaches out it felt like poison, it felt like dirt, it felt like agony little by little, my robe fell apart, a stranger's reflection began to smoke up; like purity, lake of lies i woke up grasping at my chest - to find that the candle was still lighted up, the sound of merriment, of jingles, of laughter my feet began to tap, my body reacted: fell on my face. and found my first lesson - my second my third. life's heart beat, a dance, a turn, a whip sometimes i swayed to nyx, sometimes i found comfort in a beckoning of a familiar friend, and yet all this time sliding down, like wax rolling off a candle a voice, a calling, a betrayal wax remade, repolished, forged again, again, again how many times? day one, day two, day three could i truly see, hear, sense? i knew not, save that a poisoned lake, a label, a cross road each time a surprise; nyx cooed ... ... then the itch began, the sickness, i held my cherished star in my hands; an ornament really. and that night, i finally found peace.