With Clear and Steadfast Eyes

I, tender of the flame depart

Too frequently the light

Deep within the cavern of my heart.

There seems no will to fight

These demons of desire and of mind.

Ever the same old moves,

In narrow circles is their play defined

And empty, hollow grooves.

Yet I succumb and cannot rise above

As yet their little play,

I know not how to consecrate nor love,

So often do I stray.

The fire burns and will reduce to ash

These hostile entities

Who torture with delight or with the lash

Aspiring devotees,

Rejoice in every great or small defeat,

Theirs to tempt and halt

The souls who tread the path with unsure feet,

Uncover every fault

That nothing shall remain of stealth or guise

All weaknesses unveil,

That we may look with clear and steadfast eyes

Upon the holy grail.