Witnessing my mother
crossing over
to the otherworld
parting the veil
between and betwixt

Ancient shades
meeting me
at the border
hungry spirits
thirsting for blood

A broken temple
I left in pain
an old lover
vengeful ghosts
haunting my dreams

Painful memories
of broken dreams
riding the nightmare
letting loose
the dogs of war

from dusk till dawn
I wrestle with
the guardian of the gate
between land and water
betwixt light and dark

i wrestle my dark self
in the mirror of my soul
till I step forward
through the looking-glass
into a new beginning

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