Soul’s Tempest
Amidst the shadows deep, a tortured soul in quest I roam,
A heart ensnared in iron grip, a destiny unknown.
A stairway stretches towards the heavens, steps whispering a fate untold,
An old lady's presence lingers, a presence to withhold.
Above the realm of mortals, I dare to rise on wings of thought,
A mind ablaze with theories bold, the battles to be fought.
But as above, so below, the tapestry reveals its seams,
A trembling doubt, a haunting fear, shattering my dreams.
The city pulses, throbs, and hums, its heartbeat fierce and strong,
While in my chest a frantic drum, a melody gone wrong.
The fear of God, a weighty balm, an anchor to my soul,
For deeds I plan, for paths I forge, for lives that take their toll.
A student of the human mind, I stride the edge so thin,
To prove my genius to the world, to claim my righteous win.
The old lady's eyes, they penetrate, they see beyond the skin,
A twisted heart, a desperate mind, a storm that swirls within.
The darkness coils around me, as I approach her chamber's door,
Time suspended, space distorted, an abyss to explore.
A weapon gripped, a heartbeat wild, a mission dark and grand,
To cleanse the world of vice and sin, to purify the land.
But as the axe ascends on high, a tempest gathers strength,
A storm of thoughts, of swirling doubts, a labyrinth's full length.
The fear of God, the burdened soul, collide in thunderous clash,
A tempest's dance in shadows cast, a desperate, frantic dash.
The old lady's gaze, it penetrates, a beacon in the night,
As if her eyes could fathom depths, could pierce through my might.
I feel above it all, a puppeteer of circumstance,
Yet deep within, a voice persists, a plea for second chance.
As above, so below, the cosmic threads entwine,
A tapestry of choices, sins, redemption's elusive sign.
The axe descends, a revelation, my purpose takes a shift,
To face the darkness in my soul, to mend what is adrift.
The stairway stretches evermore, a journey to the end,
A man at war with shades of self, his heart on on the mend.
No longer soaring high above, my pride gives way to strife,
A chance to rewrite destiny, to reclaim a precious life.
The echoes of each footfall ring, as I ascend the stair,
A symphony of doubts and hopes, a prayer into the air.
The old lady's fate entwined with mine, a tapestry of doom,
A choice to make, a life at stake, a reckoning to loom.
The fear of God, a haunting truth, it beckons from the brink,
A lesson learned in blood and tears, in shadows that interlink.
Above the world, within myself, the battle rages on,
To find redemption's guiding light, to sing a new life's song.
The stairway narrows, darkness fades, as dawn's first light does gleam,
A soul reborn, a chance anew, a journey to redeem.
With heavy heart and burdened steps, I leave the chamber's door,
A man transformed, a purpose found, a future to explore.
(Originally posted on my Medium @obuck0727 )