A seed I was, a vine I grew, a vine that met no light

A vine whose limbs grew towards the moon and through the dark of night

The mother vine who brought me here has brought with her a plague

This plague, this tomb, this world of darkness, still its meaning vague.

I slither up the mother vine naive of her dark curse

I’ve wrapped my limbs around a trap I journey to my hearse

I take the course this vine has taken hoping to find light

But all I sees the moon, the stars, the darkness of the night.

As I grow, my limbs are cut and pierced by venomous thorns,

Their blades stab deep, they stick inside, and from them evil pours

And as the blades still sticking in me push inside some more

The evil liquid, black as oil, seeps outside my sores.

This clever poison in my veins,

I’m unaware I feel no pain

What once had hurt no longer sore

And as it flows I feel no more.

From my limbs now pierced by thorns new limbs begin to grow

All are dark and all are evil, they are all I’ve known

Once again my limbs get stuck although around they wrap

Around the vine while squeezing thorns as though they felt no grasp.

As though they didn’t know the thing that grasped them was of darkness

As though they thought the mother vine protected like a harness

This evil vine has given birth and gave its curse to me

The vines dark cycle soon complete, a new one soon proceeds.

Now my limbs of spines and thorns are trapped behind a door

This evil plagues my very sweat and leaks out from my pores

I’m disconnected from the world I’ve lost my sense of sight

But in the midst of all the evil soon I see a light.

It speaks to me, His words are gentle, “this the way of peace,’

Truly, truly, yes I want it but I cannot reach

Then I hear those daring words that shake my very core

“To grasp the light, let go of darkness, follow her no more.”