Poem © Frostwolf 2003

I stood before a split in the path, before a great angel.

"Halt, thee, of what do you obey? Man or beast?" it spoke

"I will walk my path in balance of them" I answered.

"there is no path"

"I will make one"

As I walked through the thick bushes, briars sticking in my fur from both sides,

I came to another fork in a cleared road.

Before me stood an archon

"Halt thee. What do you obey? Law or chaos?

I walk with them in balance, using either to reach inner balance.

There is no path for that.

I will make one.

After hacking through the rigidity of law and unreliability of chaos,

I came to an intersection with thousands of roads branching from it.

A voice spoke

"Choose the path your god chose"

I looked upon the roads and none went straight ahead. I realized they were all aspects of the same thing that could not be united.

I shall walk in belief in part of all.

There is no path for that.

I will make one.

I walked through thicker bushes and vines until I came to another crossroad.

I saw two paths

One was of horrible, deep darkness. The other of scorching light.

A voice spoke.

Walk in light or dark.

Pride abandons sublty and stealth abandons directness. I shall walk in balance.

There is no path.

I will make one.

Both burnt and hurt me, singing my fur, but I strode further on.

I drank from a cool fountain in a hidden glade and collapsed in exhaustion.

It woke.

I was thirst and it quenched me.

I was hungry and it fed me.

I was weak and it strengthened me.

I was afraid and it comforted me.

I was stupid and it taught me.

Balance.

The balance of all paths protects me from all path.

From the inflexibility of law.

From the randomness of chaos.

From the horrors of evil.

From the chains of obligation.

From the sap of ignorance.

From the paralysis of indecision.

From the pain of impulse.

From the blindness of pride.

From the weakness of hate.

Protected from all except,

Emotion