in that garden at the gate of heaven
i walk
walking past those mirrors of my soul
moving forth to places with no limits
past the horsemen who maintain the way
onward to that dark place
the place that hides our other face
the place where she waits
lurks and desires
trees of death and decay
owls of knowing
the maiden of those passed away
looks at me and calls me forth
crossing the undefined line of existence
into the unclaimed water of the mind
there she waits the beautiful old hag
the ugly Queen
she tells me that nothing is obscene
She speaks of our illusions
the ONE reality
do not stop to see the gazing lake
becarful what calls to you on this path
the way is full of distraction
that is how it should be
do not be charmed by foolish games
but be blessed by the Angels kiss
the cave calls
truth or folly
desperate choice
or one
that dreams are made of
the choice will aways remain
however there is gifs of the soul
to gain
take heed and venture forth
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