Penance

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.