but my story is not one
for the faint of heart
or fearful of spirit.
my story is your typical legend
filled to the brim with its abundance of starved horrors
and fairy-tale miracles.

i’m not afraid to say i owe my life
to a higher power:
He who saves.
despite the suspicious shade that stains my fingers
and the sticky lifeblood upon my palms,
it is with His torch i burn away my fear;
the darkness i breed recoils at His touch.

so let it be!
i’ll not allow myself to surrender
to the ignorant concerns
of the flesh-and-blood mentality.
my suffering has its beauteous place
in this blood-soaked world.
say what you will,
but i am not such a coward
as to turn my heart away from my desire.