Dark Water
The wolf got out of it’s cage again. Through the forest it charged, deceiving, devouring, relishing each unclean kill. Disquiet seeped ahead, warning subtly of it’s approach.
Deep in a clearing the fragile nymph shivered and hid, but there was no place of shelter from the wolf. With apathy he attacks, so she forgets to defend. Hope then is consumed, and the nymph curls deeper into her tree, caring little for the beauty around her - nothing sustains her now.
The wolf transforms, and is beautiful. Taking her hand gently, he leads the nymph to the shimmering forest pool.
‘Who are you’
‘You know me well, I am your deepest being, the innermost part of your soul’
‘You are my truth-speaker’
‘Now, look into the water, and see the truth. See the stillness, see the beauty. See how the stars reflect on the liquid blackness. Is it not your true home, your final place to rest?’
And the nymph looked deep into the blackness, and saw. And longed for rest.
And so the wolf embraced the nymph, and led her to the edge. ‘
Here is where uncertainty ends,
Here is where stillness comes
See how there is not one ripple, only the reflected moon?
This is where you can be,
Where you can drift,
Where you can float
And the fighting will be over
There is no struggling, no fear, no loss here, there is only still water
And the nymph took another step, and was enchanted
While overhead a gibbous moon watched, and cast its light upon the water, reflecting back to the sky, light, exposing the teeth and claws of the beautiful wolf.
And the nymph stepped back, and the enchantment broke
You do not speak the full truth, you do not admit
That when uncertainty ends, so too dies hope, for they are one
When stillness comes, so ends the dance, for they are other
To drift is not to try
To float is not to fly
And when the fighting is over, so too is victory
Without struggle, without fear, without loss
There is not life
And you are not my core, nor my being, nor my truth-speaker
You are the monster I keep in a cage. I am my own core, my own being, my own truth-speaker.
And so the nymph found, once more, her centre, and from that point pushed
Until the wolf was once more caged
Fresh green growth will now return to hide the latest scars in the forest
Deep in a clearing the fragile nymph shivered and hid, but there was no place of shelter from the wolf. With apathy he attacks, so she forgets to defend. Hope then is consumed, and the nymph curls deeper into her tree, caring little for the beauty around her - nothing sustains her now.
The wolf transforms, and is beautiful. Taking her hand gently, he leads the nymph to the shimmering forest pool.
‘Who are you’
‘You know me well, I am your deepest being, the innermost part of your soul’
‘You are my truth-speaker’
‘Now, look into the water, and see the truth. See the stillness, see the beauty. See how the stars reflect on the liquid blackness. Is it not your true home, your final place to rest?’
And the nymph looked deep into the blackness, and saw. And longed for rest.
And so the wolf embraced the nymph, and led her to the edge. ‘
Here is where uncertainty ends,
Here is where stillness comes
See how there is not one ripple, only the reflected moon?
This is where you can be,
Where you can drift,
Where you can float
And the fighting will be over
There is no struggling, no fear, no loss here, there is only still water
And the nymph took another step, and was enchanted
While overhead a gibbous moon watched, and cast its light upon the water, reflecting back to the sky, light, exposing the teeth and claws of the beautiful wolf.
And the nymph stepped back, and the enchantment broke
You do not speak the full truth, you do not admit
That when uncertainty ends, so too dies hope, for they are one
When stillness comes, so ends the dance, for they are other
To drift is not to try
To float is not to fly
And when the fighting is over, so too is victory
Without struggle, without fear, without loss
There is not life
And you are not my core, nor my being, nor my truth-speaker
You are the monster I keep in a cage. I am my own core, my own being, my own truth-speaker.
And so the nymph found, once more, her centre, and from that point pushed
Until the wolf was once more caged
Fresh green growth will now return to hide the latest scars in the forest