Who Am I? To Come Before The Doorway? Poem by Robert Hilary

The rhythm Dawn's the weather born of a new age, power bestowed in forgotten circles of evils that must lie forgotten. Before the blank page is the spell spoken. Truth beyond the pen circles within the runes. Power before my eyes is stolen by the Lord with power born from the pen in God's hand.
The embrace of love so sweet that the fires of heaven cannot quench my thirst for more.

The temple of silence shatters before the might of the Lord.
The storm cometh openly, challenging the stillness of the earth with it's power.
The endless see swallows the land. The earth groans in it's slumber. Who can waken these powers, these voices, these words, for beyond word is this message spoken.

It is I. Nauzuarious the dreamer.
It is I. Nauzuarious of the white flame.
Keeper of secrets, master of nothing.
Shaman of the lost and the wise.
Lover of souls. Weilder of knowledge.
Voice and servent of the fey. The light ones.
I am deeper than your minds voice.
Stronger than the winds of love.
Beyond, my essence bound in flesh, before begot begot beyond.
But really I am MYSTICA. Or am I more. The crystals do not lie. The lemuriams cry and sing at my touch.
I am taught by the whispers.
I listen with a bared blade and an empty chalice. My ring is moldivite and copper forged in union. Claimed by right. Acknowledged in my childlike power.
I am a magi.
Desciple of Shiva.
Disciple of krushna.
Child of pan.
Poet of odin.
Speaker to the runes of nothing.
Wanderer of the realm of the dead.
Chosen by the seven fates and 9 sisters.
The long haired oracle's detest my might. Yet humble me with power.
I have been led astray.
Blinded and cursed by shadow.
The star within my only light.
Many champions have risen to my call. None in person.
I am an initiate.
I come before the door way robed in white.
My black candle lit before the storm that awaits before the storm that awaits before the road less traveled.
Many temples have fallen before my wisdom.
My light has scarred the darkness
I come before you beaten and ashamed. And afraid.
I know not my ways.
Child knowledge alight my path.
Heart of fire blaze within my love of the Lord.
I surrender my darkness to evil.
So that I may burn in my light.

Before the door.
Do the guardians hear?
Do the guardians see?
Or am I lost alone.
Before the forest of endless portals.
The wind will one day eat every stone.
That I am only a portion of that which you seek.
Where is my heritage? ?
I am fey bound. Fey sworn. I protect the earth.
The children are my sacred duty
Who. Am. I?
To bring my black candle lit before the doorway?
Of the path that cannot be reasoned.
I am a light. A power. A name. Sacred music runs in my veins. The demons respect my power to resist.
I have slain darkness.
And I have spoken to the runes.
My powers are vast and wild.
Who am I to come before the door way.
Wandering and afraid.

Looking for creators light within my soul.