To the crossroads man, the ancient one with many faces. The trickster, and purifier of hearts:
"She surrendered her power to the midnight man in exchange for a mirage made of love
She had done this before more times than twice
This time she began opening her eyes
She saw that the midnight man wore many faces
He shape shifted to hook her heart when he found her idle and wanting
She stood tall and proud of the life she did found
Yet she never stopped longing for a mate
She imagined the one that would raise up beside her
They would dance and create castles in the sky
The midnight man lurked in her fancies in the clouds
Tapping his fingertips one by one as another began to form in her path
He whispered sweet nothings through many men's faces
He graced her with dreams of sweets and security
Each time she found herself falling down, and her power washing away.
She looked in the mirror and saw all her fears in a face she put on just for him
She put it on so he'd love her, and feed her, and cloth her
She did it for diamonds, and love colored jewels
She thought I'm not hungry, and my bed is warm
Though she noticed her heart ached, and her womb emptied out
She looked across at her lover sitting worlds away
She wondered if he saw her, did he need her or want her
He looked up at her then, with vacant love in his eyes
It stabbed deep in her heart
The midnight man whispered not through the man but through somewhere deep down inside her.
He vibrated through her asking if she was ready to move from here
He whispered I give you powerlessness so you may grasp your power
I shatter your identity, so you may come back together renewed
So you may see that the partner you crave is you
The safety you crave is held in your heart
The love you crave is locked up inside you.
The midnight man took her by the hand
He beckoned her even deeper into this man beside her
My child come here deep, come dark in your heart
Dive deep into the shadows of this fractured piece of your soul
I will shape into your fears, and break you to tears
You will become empty of illusions, and graspings for love
You will crawl through the trenches until you find the treasures that only you hold.
She found herself in the mud on elbows and knees
She came to a steep drop between a few trees
She tried to stop the inevitable, but soon found herself falling
Deeper and deeper she screamed for reprieve
She fell almost floating to a doorway made of gold and emeralds
It was glowing through the void
This door terrified her, where could it lead?
What will I become?
If I enter love with myself as the midnight man says, then how can I ever find love with another?
The midnight man watched through the eyes in the dark
Would he take shape again, or would she stand finally sick of pretend
She gathered her strength and all of her courage
She pulled herself up and struck aside her tears
She walked up to the door, and found it already waiting wide open
She stepped through and found standing inside the union she hadn't known to even long for
She stepped up whole, full of heart before the midnight man
He smiled his queer smile, and held out his hand
Now what does your heart truly desire?"
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