At Your Command

At Your Command

by: Rob

'Wandering ever the footsteps soft,

to walk any lighter would take aloft.

Concerning ever the emotions harsh,

careful to avoid muck-ridden marsh.

Pondering never the unfair situations,

but thought of such can bring elations.

Preparing to ride out each darkest day,

you can know what comes your way.

Wondering freely about all in view,

can show you exactly what is true.

I seek the gates of fine iron wrought.

I seek the barrier of conscious thought.

I look beyond beauty and splendor

to find the great gossamer vendor.

Merchant of the undesirable dreams.

Dealer in dark visions obscene.

To walk a path of taboo and torment

take a step closer to my next informant.

These wily winding wind-swept waves

crashing, thrashing, flung up on shore.

No hope or chance unless divinity saves,

left behind, forlorn, and begging for more.

To not in conscience give leniency to the weak,

to not in preference give alms for the poor.

Ever searching, world-weary eyes do seek,

the sight which would cripple, bring knee to floor.

Not in reverence or indefinable pain,

but endless awe of sights unseen,

to venture forth into depth of brain,

to grasp unearthly beauty of the serene.

Without restraint of fear, and faith devoid,

do I venture forth to the darker side,

onward towards that which others avoid,

I step forth with others, my spirit allied.

To darkest depths of demonic halls.

To deepest holes of hopeless despair.

Through frozen fields of hellish fury.

Through flowing bardo of tainted blood.

Across great chasms of black deceit.

Across endless seas of burning dreams.

I step forth, my mind clear.

I move ahead, my heart afire.

I venture outward, my soul pure.

Towards the one I love without fear.

Advancing along with passionate desire.

Approaching final strides to reach my cure.

Into the depths of ice,

and into the heart of fire,

abandoning every vice,

as my soul sings higher.

Show me the way to your place of rest,

I will come for you, at your call's behest.

Show me the way to your heart's abode,

I will come for you, no matter the road.

Show me the way to your emotional well,

I will come for you, braving every hell.

Show me the way to call out to your love,

I will come for you, through any mountain shove.

Ever I wait, for your solemn call.

When you do, it will echo the hall.

Like changing colors in northern fall,

Your cry for me would come forth from all.'