The open air
Atop this mountain
Welcomes my hungered voice
Yet — in the echoes
Of my indulgence
I hear a calling from below
Silent cries
To my solitude profound
In too deep
There is no return
For the soul unbound
In too deep
I draw circles
Sacred boundaries
Around my desolate temple
Blood is spilt
And thorns grow
On the path to liberty
Eternally
In pain and rapture
I was summoned
And I was forced
Yet — I willed it so