- With each footstep of hope, descend into the hole,
- The water wicking up, now pulling at my soul.
- And flung upon my back a bag of ashen bones;
- The closer that I get, the louder grow their moans.
- I stand within the grave, a tightness in my chest,
- My heart beating so fast, and all I want is rest.
- And then I’m thrown inside, and buried while alive
- And I can only feel the draining of my life.
- But while I’m in my tomb, my skin begins to split,
- A thing had grown inside and now no longer fits.
- A creature soon comes forth, naked but clothed in blood.
- It takes my heart and mind, then reaches through the flood.
- Its hand enclasps a wrist, which holds it sure and tight.
- And with a pull so swift, it brings it to the light.
- Emerging from the crypt, the creature starts to change.
- Abandoning its host, freed from its fleshy cage.
- And then at once I see through its fresh, virgin eyes
- And feel its beating heart that once had beat as mine.
- I stood upon the grave, where I had stood before,
- But in a body new and different in my core.
- Then of a sudden flames surrounded my new flesh,
- Embraced me as a dove, then left me, pure and fresh.
- I grabbed the ferrous rod and closed the gate behind,
- And with my first new step, began the gruelling climb.
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