The Calling.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Run wildly

To me

My only love

Through all of life's wild woods

To reach my secret mountain glade

Come to your destiny 

Join the parade

Of all the poets around me

As I stand chanting 

In my circle of salt

Sending out spells to enchant and call to you

Each night

Even when you kneelled 

Bowed 

Cried 

Smiled or prayed

For I still wait in these dark woods

Just hidden in the shade

Will you surrender and just come to me

Spiritually 

For I will help you build a new poetic temple

With a gleaming white altar

As its centre piece

To absolve all your fears

With a baptism of words

In ink

Do you wish to enter into my Red Church

To sit 

Kneel or perched 

To be baptised and ordained

By its tear stained glass window panels

Will you walk through the ceremonial grey smoke that chokes

The normal folks

Who lack imagination 

Past that enticing pit fires

Surrounded by Temptations

Many crowds of enticing liars

When you hear 

Me calling

To finally cross the metaphorical wet sands and swim through the dark waters

To reach my mountains of emotions 

Woodland glade

Where we can finally dance freely

Like Masonic Knights 

On their Seventh Crusade

Amongst the deadly nightshade

And face the rise of the Full Winters Moon

Totally unafraid

As the rest of the world

Is falling

With the rise

Of a custom made

Remodeling 

By concealed AI

Weapons of decay 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy