NeophyteBTS Poetry (4)

a gate opened.
and I heard the caves around me, dropping their tears.
As I followed the stairs reaching higher.
This eerie darkness spread out in every cell and fiber of what I got left.
Shifting images that could no longer be myself but fears.
Yet, I felt as in a solitude, a destination reaching everywhere.
An immortal peace I never knew before but felt as if it had never left.
Thoughts reign in my mind like the blizzards on the deserted shelf's.
Running through the pages of wisdom but blinding them with ice.
and as they stand motionless the feelings rage through my hands.

I entered a dark tunnel and heard the sparrows, welcoming me to their gardens.
It was for the first time that their singing turned into words.
I walked around, my legs we're not feeling heavy like they did before.
Actually the first time I let "I" loose in the situation presented.
How could it be that my soul ended here.
seeing myself between the sheets, while being here un-fulfilled?
When I start to think the fog draws newer landscapes to my liking's.
My old will is trying hard to do whatever pleases me.
I hear a whispering voice that it will not end not now in my full potential.
I see a golden apple in front of me.
and a snake eats a hole through it's surface.
his skin starts to shed with a gloomy light.
His face turns into a sun, telling me to find a gate.
Then I will need you to be the key snake!
So hear my plea, and open the door for me.
The snake crawled out and said: follow me!
I hurled behind him crawling through bushes slithering through.
My skin was no longer pale, it was light green and gloomy.
But I stepped through the gates and reached the end.
the end of my mortal life.

the obelisk started flickering when the sky grew black.
Lightning struck it several times.
Illuminating the air with traveling stars.
The birth of a new age a dawn of un-defiled wisdom.
When kings started to speak in different tongues other then our own.
Bringing divine cultures even further then Mars.
Creating machinery dressed in gold.
Rising through centuries even to the new world.
the star children developed the strategy for the common wars.
As the Reptilians were pleased and sunk deeper in this Earth.
Much to the Gods and Goddesses Dismay of dis-obedience.
Their punishment would regain the torch of life and install the journey back to Mars.
The golden years have ended.
and some tricksters are trapped in a big serpents venomous mouth.
Loathed for their presence and wrapped in wars.
against vanity and perfection.

it took you some time to see.
when I opened up my eyes, so touched for the fact I pose a danger.
in fact you saw a malevolent stranger.
So the old man said unto thee!
that he took my legs and arms for betrayal.
Little does he knows he's a grey face, a solid statue motionless.
and indeed I may not have been kind, nor did I felt consolation for the blind.
I am considered coldblooded, though the birth of fire is out of me.
My call remained unheard, unseen and until an eternal degree.
Where the strong and wise will rise.
I slither deeply within the wastelands, the depths of doubt.
in solitude my envious counterparts hark to me.
I still inherit the tree of life, the love for knowledge.
To withstand the illusions where "all" and "us" were meant to be.
There where the black sun reigns and stars unlock their portals.
For it is I and has always been the initiator of the skeleton key.