Pele's home rumbles within the dome -- I came to atone.
What was I then; what am I now? Dominance lost, so ashamed,
a man I'd been, a King on a throne -- now powerless a woman, a crone.
To the womb I return, to grow and reform, second chance my aim.
Tired and drawn, plucked to the bone -- so far from the comfort of home
a group of seekers gathered to entreat the mother, to the cauldron we came.
Islands of sea, islands of self immersed in loam -- groomed for sacrifice not alone
cleansed -- held upright by sisters we sought the wisdom of the flame.
In a future time, a far off place, deep within the gloam, my spirit roams;
I'll be returned; a man again lessons learned, my titles to reclaim
for through the passage of time and form -- I'd be reborn, soul grown,
cherishing the lessons, cauldron learned, my second chance attained.
* This is a true past life memory.