It is no myth
it is no legend
it exists within me
and I am telling you, dear one,
so it, this gift is guiding.
In this world
where we plant our feet
we walk amongst the tales
of the beings we used to be.
Take a breath with me: in — and — out
there it is
can you feel it
existing
just — in — between.
You will tread into battle
with beasts who have no face
inflicting terror upon this place
making it seem foul; the people seem foolish.
Take that breath, and use it well
form the words that make a spell
your integrity forms a weapon wielded
stripped from your very spine
now nestled in the palms of your earthly hands.
Take down the faceless demons
with this blade
harvested from deep within your bones
formed with gentleness and sharpened with love.
Strip them down, those haunted by endless night
exposing them to the loving light.
This thing you carry
it is a gift, you have the Sight.
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