XIII. Death

Born a Fool and died as a Hanged Man
Reborn throughout the cosmic lifespan
Through every transition I have gone
The old had died and the new moved on

Here I cast myself within the mould
Cured in the Will for a stronger hold
To take the old life before I died
Eight more lives on this journey I ride

Death does not mean it’s always the end
It’s a fate from which we cannot mend
I face it with a spirit that’s bold
And learn the secrets of ancients untold


About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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2 Responses to XIII. Death

  1. lifecameos says:

    Yes. I think the words “reborn” and “transition” are key words here. Possibly a transition so changed that it comes close to “transform”. or like the phoenix when the same being emerges all over agin in a new form.

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