I look out over the water,
I know it's water but what I see is not,
Something makes vague its body,
Something that is water itself hides water,
I am curious why it is that it hides itself,
For she knows I know it's water,
And I know what hides is water,
There is a layer between the hidden water and the hiding water,
This one is unmoving,
It hides nothing as it is water itself,
This layer makes no attempt at revealing the secrets below,

I wish to learn the lost truth that hibernates below,
I wish to feel it in my bones,
Let it up through my feet,
Let it spiral up my marrow as electricity around a wire;
I simply know. This is what I wish.

I step.

The wind whispers no,
As I make my move the wind whips forth and warns once more,
"Don't go, don't go, you are not yet ready for the truth,
Those who protect the ancient knowledge are not yet prepared",
I disregard its whispers, they mean nothing to me,
I don't even speak its language, that tongue of those before,
I only listen the twistings of mouths to come,
to me they know more truth.

I stop.

Why seek below if the truths beneath are from mouths long closed?
What draws me forth into the heart of the pool of lies?
I hear her whisper and then I know.
The blue aura rises up through the layers,
Splits the cover as if nothing had been there to separate light
from dark and dense, and she pierces my ears
with those twisted, jagged sounds, like shards
of ice, searing into my conscious, I become lost.

I step.

The layer that seeks not to reveal what is beneath but simply holds,
Ppeaks, groans, wails, cries pour forth, yet I do not hear,
The shards hold strong and my senses grow numb,
Tantalizing whispers of truths not yet heard by human ears,
I feel as if my mind is split wide open,
Gaping gashes, sucking wounds, pull in knowledge to fill the doubt,
A fissure cracks across my face,
A grin unbeknownst to my own mind,
A dark shade crosses over my eyes.

I step.

I have killed.

The great one gives way as the maiden slides a dagger of ice up through my breast,
Piercing me through, straight to the heart,
As that chained beast begins his slow decline,
Thumping his drums of war a few solemn last times,
I grin: It is beginning.

It cracks.

She slips me between the layers and I fall,
Sliding between the hiding and the sturdy down to the hidden,
I feel the lies within my veins, it chills my touch,
I regain my senses in their rightful order,
A line splits my face as I see her,
my final goal, here she is in the flesh,
She opens her arms as I take my last breath.

I stop.