The Ritual

THE RITUAL Glistening in the darkness of a solitary dream Shines forth a ray of hopefulness A radiant inspiring beam From the depths of my self pity To the heights of my disbelief Intensifying, enlightening, my solitary dream Shadows come too quickly A pack of wolves that have the scent Scratching, tugging, tearing at the depths of my descent Do I raise a flag, surrender to this devastating fate? Or do I pull myself together before its just too late? I stand before the pyre, the funeral of my love The ritualistic ending, the turn from bad to good To destroy what makes me weakened To ignite my inner flame Gone now and forever Only ashes that remain As my sanity and dignity are finally restored With strength I newly gained I force closed the past times door Hail, sleet and thunder Lightning and rain From the ashes of heartbreak I will arise triumphant again