My Deathbed Companion

Mystical poem written 2-28-25.

1.
I am broken,
Struck down in my weakness,
Overwhelmed in my strength,
My cocoon cracked and jagged

I crept out of myself,
Into the grasping darkness below,
To find the other half of You,
And I have been long since swept away

Into mystery and shadow,
Where the ghosts,
And blooded monsters,
Dance together

People forget,
When talking of the Shells,
That the Tree Of Death,
Is found through the Kingdom

2.
One step in front of the other,
Heel to toe, heel to toe,
I creep silently forward,
Through the fuming Swamp

I find a toad grown giant,
In a sprawling Mushroom Forest,
Their words are hesitant at first,
As if they have forgotten speech

Whispered arcana spill like songs,
From that ancient, wizened mouth,
Will and Word that no mere human,
Has ever written down

I sit in the shade of that toad,
As they speak of many things,
And wonder at the mysteries,
That I somehow understand

3.
From the Forest I walk on,
Left alone with myself,
For even my angel,
Seems distant and small

Finally, I come to the great Desert,
That sits crouched at the borderland,
Between the Ideal and the Real,
And behold a great temple

Standing alone and silent,
Atop that stone structure,
A pillar rises to the sky,
Where even the wind has grown calm

On that pillar lays a bed,
Cozy and warm,
I hold hands with the one I meet there,
And fall gently asleep