what they Find

Taken from the dead,
this world,

is thrust upon
the blind, 

for those who
seek the truth,

risk the wrath of
what they find.

Plowing through
darkness,

will-o'-the-wisp,
bobbing light o' mind.

Through bracken led,
to fate resigned:

constellations aligned. 

Summoned, the abyss—

putting on
the human mind...