Speak of the Devil

The prepare:

Once upon a forest

The expression sought my mind

Yet I could not find

The purpose of its birth

Nor the scope of his dominion

The move:

Once upon a blue moon

The state of immortality

Is offered to mankind

Yet I could only

Whisper the name of Thine

The wait:

Once upon a time

Yet in the state

Of both mourning and longing

Waiting to proceed

Towards the end of the beginning

The meeting:

Once and for all

There was no withdrawal

I could just let myself

Be carried that way

This was to be my dying day

The end:

Once upon a death

The life was not mine to be

My own funeral

Was my surrounding

As the end revealed itself to me

The awakening:

Once upon a birth

An adult was to see

The secrets of pregnancy

As I screamed once more

I was made forever to be...