The Lifeline of an Outsider

Shadows of the past lurk deep inside. Memories of lives gone by. Who am I now? What is my story this time? Shall I be reveared or reviled? Worshiped or cast down? Always I am an outsider. Even when I led my people from Egypt. When I parted the sea to clear a path to freedom Still I was not one of them. Years later when I stood in the river and baptised he who would be King of Kings, I stood alone. With my head on a tray of silver I was alone. I walked the mystic woods. I brought Uthur's son to his Throne. I gave him the Great Sword. It was my name he called upon to unite the land. I am the Magician of Avalon. I held the secrets of the past and the future. I was the great seer. I fortold of the things to be. Still they speak my name and my prophecies. The Mad Priest. Healer, mystic, lover, saint, blasphemer. I brought down the Great Empire. I toppled a noble family. I was drug through the streets and descrated. Prophet of the New Word. Savior to the damned. Madman of the compound. Teacher of the Right and Liberator of the Insane. Children slayer. No one must leave. Everyone must burn. Hot day in Texas. Names of the past. Moses The Baptist Merlin Nostradomus Rasputin Corresh What is my new name to be? What shall be my new story? Still I am an outsider. Alone and afraid.I really don't know where this came from. I just started to write and this is what came out. Written April 15th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 03:04 PM PST   0 • 10