This poem came from a dream I had, as many of my poetry does. Perhaps you will find a nugget of truth to explore.
They came dancing out of shadows,
Hoping to become wise,
Waiting for a Holy Man,
Or an omen just their size.
They gathered in a circle,
For their sins they dug deep holes,
But they did not know they stood
Where Sisyphus rocks rolled.
Just as dusk settled into night,
They knelt to wish upon a star,
But the healing did not happen,
They had pushed themselves too far.
So they decided to go back,
To their martyr and their war,
They gave up on being blessed,
It was too late to get to the core.
The crossroad they abandoned
Was everything they feared,
After they left this place,