Rite of Continuation by L. M. Mercer


Rite of Continuation
By: L. M. Mercer

The hour grows late,
And my spirit grows restless.
I turn to the East and the North,
Then to the West and the South.
To each of the four compass points,
To each of the four elements.
I whisper my most holy vows,
And pay my steepest tithe.
At the last stroke of midnight,
My strongest spell will be castó
Ensuring a fertile future,
Reclaiming a well spent past.
For life to continue here anew,
A blood price must be willingly paid.
This is my mission, my right,
This is my honor, my one final task.
This ritual was mine to begin,
It is my replacementís duty to end.

About the Author

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".

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