There is some violent creature within.
I am warning you.
I see it creeping in your shadow,
I see it in the mottles of your skin.
The one who is your hollow
who cools the hearth of home and
cuts your kin.
Be careful with those arrows,
that you loose around you
aloof to the consequence of your
words of poison.
Just so you know
the magpie wants your silver
she cares not for your soul.
You deign to think yourself smart,
yet the simple of truth
is too heavy for you to hold.
Learn to be humble.
Be respectful of the thunder.
Be gentle as the snow.
Should you cast your soul asunder
for ones who feed the flames of empty lust
and fans the fires of ego;
Then the demon that you nurture
is how you shall be known
That creature resides within you,
your mirror is the world.
You will see it gazing back
in the glint of every coin and
in the eyes of every girl.
Learn to be an Elder.
Do not succumb to whims.
One step forward,
three steps back
the dithering waltz
down some other’s track,
when your own true journey
is within.
Sionnachaí 