Midnight Poem by Archaeus Six

Take my hand,
You beautiful and crippled one.
Caught within this emotional starlight,
Betwixt the peaceful heavens above,
Drawing nearer,
In the acceptance of the inescapable path.

I will remain in sympathy,
As you cut away, tearfully,
The wild within.
The fringe of your midnight forest,
Its mere sight; A hope for such weary desire.

The gift for the perfection which falls,
The gift for the grasp of the dissident ones.

I give to you my ardent courage,
You doubtful, vivacious insecurity.
Be transparent to the whispering devils that wander,
Their beauty is all but illusory,
To the truth of the falling leaves.

Reach out; Grasp,
Play, in the abhorrent memories of things long forgotten.
Buried, by the nightmare, the stillness,
Of the enigmatic Grave.

Learn to trust, my self loving one,
The promise,
Of this chilling, and shameless night.
Preserve nothing in the darkness of ignorance,
Hear your true name,
In the song of the raven; it hesitates not.

To be nothing, is to be all,
Free,
In the dance,
Through the dark night of soul.

Follow the lights,
Of ever changing revelation,
Through the moonlit terrors of imagination,
To the dawn, where I await.

Where you already are.