A man walking the path of individuation, lover of life, he called himself,
Came upon me in my time of confusion.
Held me under his gaze, and spoke words of wisdom I couldn’t seek- Wisdom far beyond my reach.
At the time I was unable to grasp it; so he forced it on me, as was his way.
This ailing Zarathustra was beside himself,
His muttering made him all the more unbearable.
He was a beast on two feet;
A god in skin, holding his power in check.
And he muttered obscenities,
Curses toward the things of value our world did seek,
And praised those it cared for the least;
Solitude and anxiety, blessing of the strong, bane and devil to those of the meek.
He grabbed me by my shoulder, His mad grip tightened when my feet shifted,
Oh my need to run to the safety of the world struggled within his grip,
The haven of fellowship was beyond my reach.
No, he wouldn’t let go, His mad eye looked me over,
His will weakened me, his scent overpowered me.
Then he spoke the words that doomed me, he was determined to set me free
-let the shadow go, boy-
And never again would I be hinged.
He awoke the shadow I resisted; it welcomed his aid; his call of awakening.
“Saintly spectre that binds,
Brilliant Jekyll who blinds;
Release the child who feels,
The Lordd hidden behind veils.”
-you ghastly beast feigning innocence,
Indulger of ruses of the light,
I curse you with the mind of a mural;
Forever will you see both sides,
Forever your shadow, by your side-
And then he left me to my fate.