Soteriology - White Willow

In scarlet fields where fallen angels sleep:

a ground upon which mortals dare not tread,

where moves the image of the fallen man

who holds the star within his hand

beneath the shadow of a darkened sun:

intoxicated by the wine of life

we slumber through our days of emptiness

and blindness and forgetfulness.

Within the fire of awakening:

there lies the core of my triumphant self.

a spark ignites a freedom greater than all life,

my mystery profound.

Upon the altar where the chalice stands:

where coils the serpent round its offering

of knowing and of sight, the power to transcend

beyond the tyrant’s throne.