From the East to the West Original Poem

As the wind blows from the West and follows through to the East

I will be waiting in the crossroads for you and I to meet

And the spirits will wind, twirl and fly

Through the intersecting space between you and I

But out of the shadows lurks a painful memory

The sin called Lust was once my enemy

Now I strike it down with cold, calculating ease

As from the same shadow lurks another disease

Much stronger than the last its name is not forgotten

For the son of Lust is Desire, the stronger was begotten

You may see that Lust effects the body and find

Desire to be much harder to kill; it’s a disease of the mind

When confronted with such an adversary what must you do?

Should you try to live with it? No! How could you

So the only answer is to kill the impending crux of doom

As you lay awake thinking of her in your room

So you shut out the light and embrace the dark

The stark terror that you feel deep down in your heart

It won’t go away, no, not till you win

But as you enter the shadow all you see is a grin

The dead face in front and the darkness behind

It swallows up your soul and leaves you unkind

The battle is lost, you cannot win alone

As your mind races wildly, your desires are shown

At first you are scared. What trickery is this?

What you really want comes forth and shatters your bliss

Control is far from reach, the end is near

Your sanity is breached, there is nothing but fear

But out of the dark comes a light that is true

Love, faith, happiness, all this is for you

So you reach for the hand that pierces through the fog

Get dragged out of the mess of your mind, memory jogged

There once was a place full of compassion and joy

The place of your dreams when you were a boy

At the cross roads you find yourself once again in life

Deciding which path to take, when like a warm bloody knife

Near your foot is a shadow and grin hid inside

Locks onto your gaze and enters your eyes

But this time you are ready, your mind is your own

You can deal with this, but not alone

You call on the one that once brought you light

And a glorious sounds emits through the night

The monster, eyes wide, panting full of fear

Withdraws into the shadow as it hears

And down from the heavens floats a small black bound book

Gilded in gold, from the earth it has shook

Light comes from the pages, flooding the land

The shadow disappears as it enters your hand

Now you feel like you will never be alone

There will be no more shadows; you can now choose the road

There is a narrow, windy one labeled “salvation at hand”

And a short, wide, easy one labeled “have fun in the sand”

You like things easy so you begin to pace

Towards the one with the larger path, laziness chased

But the book in your hand starts to brighten and burn

So you look down and see a shadow return

Scared by this series of horrific events

You turn around and walk toward the road that is bent

The closer you get the nicer it feels

To hold the book in your hand and the desert at your heels

As the wind blows from the west and follows through to the east

Between two scarred hands, you finally find peace