Crossing the Threshold

 

 

 

At the crossroads at midnight

My lady did swear

That she must be alone

To face up to her demons

 

“Please understand that I must

be aware of just who I am

and where I’ve come from.”

 

I sat by the bridge

as she set forth her tools,

her sorcerer lore, her alchemic runes

So she’d know who to honor, to break

and to blame

What she’d been made for,

her journey, her truth.

 

At the crossroads, past midnight,

just before dawn

My lady thrice nodded and

stamped out her flames.

She beckoned I join her out on the meadow

to kiss and rejoice

and reveal our true names.

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