Emancipation

The open air 
  Atop this mountain 
  Welcomes my hungered voice 

  Yet - in the echoes 
  Of my indulgence 
  I hear a calling from below 

  Silent cries 
  To my solitude profound 
  In too deep 
  There is no return 
  For the soul unbound 
  In too deep 

  I draw circles 
  Sacred boundaries 
  Around my desolate temple 

  Blood is spilt 
  And thorns grow 
  On the path to liberty 

  Eternally 
  In pain and rapture 

  I was summoned 
  And I was forced 
  Yet - I willed it so