Self-Exiled

Upon winding and stony trails
where the lead-hearted can never go
have I found the holiest of havens
the true north for a seeking soul

This congregation of crooked bodies
and their motionless circle dance
it all resounds an unending poem
of ordeal and murderous deeds most sacrosanct

Wherever I walk, stand, leap or stumble
it is there beneath my heels
forever tread but never trampled
the verdant field of our belief

Let once again the mundane drown
in the rivers of eternity
and may magick unlost be newly found
as I in you and you in me

A raven's feather and my heart
placed on your scales at the darkest noon

Which one weighs heavier
and which is blacker of the two?