Sunday, October 21, 2018

The Coronation

I have been the blacksmith.  The executioner.  The murderer.  The milkmaid.  The herdsman.  I am all of these things and much, much more.

Some of us feel a draw to the fringe now.  Why?  I believe that it's all that's left.

We have been, and are, all.

From being drawn to Gods of light, to Gods of darkness and every shade of grey in between... we have called, we do call, and they have answered in kind.

There is not much left now, my friends.

This is it.

This... is the coronation.

I can feel my spirit lover's hands holding my crown upon my head and in place for whatever reason.

Perhaps it is a taste of what is waiting for me.

What does it mean?

I do not know.

But I can feel and that's enough. 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.