The drums are beating more,
Internal drums of war.
Descending for this fight
Over the walls of night,
The die has now been cast,
Event horizon passed,
And stakes and perils loom –
The crucible of doom.
The fate we must defy,
To get to live – or die
In this empty gloom
Where dreams may find their tomb –
And exorcise all fear:
The judgement is now near.
This path must pay its cost…
But nothing is yet lost.
This soul decayed and starved
Must be reforged, recarved,
Rewired to its core.
The war drums howl and roar,
Old selves recoil and thrash
The old path paved with ash,
The old path paved with lore
Now opens the last door
To love, to life, to more.
A march to final war.