Healed

I would never call my path,
The path of righteousness,
It never ever was a path,
Carved by love for gods.

The path I walked behind me,
Truly was an accursed path,
Flooded with pain and evil,
Filled with darkness and fear.

A distant decade ago I fell first,
Felled by the strongest of magic,
It struck deep in my frail soul,
And shook the very foundations.

The witch drained my spirit,
Of everything that held beauty,
And replaced it with pure hatred,
For everything in the surrounding.

But today, I find that hatred dispersed,
A mere thought of that disguised witch,
Would cause my feet to lose their strength,
But today, I remember not even her face.

How could I not call it a miracle?
That vile spirit tore my soul apart,
And now I find it rejuvenated afull,
And that hatred replaced with love.

Five cold winters have passed,
Since my path found upon it,
Another devious spirit of hell,
This was perhaps the strongest.

No mortal spread across history,
Could ever hope to resist this one,
Even the gods would fear such evil,
Evil that would possess the heart.

The heart would feel wonderful in the start,
Happiness that could never be dreamt of,
Perhaps that's how this villain gains power,
Tricking the heart with untrue happiness.

Once I was euphoric with the joy,
It had infected my heart complete,
I had little hope to survive the fall,
Once the monster ripped it away.

The fall was hard and sharp,
My heart was hurled to land,
What else could a heart do?
Other than crash and crumble.

But today I find my heart repaired,
Cracked? Yes, but free of the dark,
Free of the hold the devil had on me,
Free to hear why you'd wish to save it.

Two summers have crawled by,
Since the darkness sent another,
To attack my already damaged path,
Another demon to corrupt the mind.

My mind believed it was ready for this,
Never had it been so severely mistaken,
This form of darkness held new powers,
The power of fear and the power of doubt.

As she used fear to inflict paralysis,
I was helpless as she spread the cloud,
That dark cloud of doubt spread deep,
Into the furthest corners of my mind.

My mind corrupted by doubt and fear,
Lost all the might it once held closely,
And my judgement, fatally impaired,
Every second brutally tested my sanity.

But today I find sunrays break the cloud,
The fear which had once held me stiff,
Shook off me like a dusty old blanket,
The fear was defeated by your grace.

The doubt which corrupted my mind,
Has evaporated into the distant past,
The doubt was defeated by your words,
The doubt lost to your brilliant presence.

Today, I find myself, healed,
From the three great evils,
Which had possessed me,
My heart, spirit and mind.

But forgive me, you angelic lass,
I must ask what you plan to do,
Now that I find myself healed,
Since I found you on my path