Roots

Roots

Ghosts from the sidelines
are pointing at you.
Minds that bear evil,
they tell you what to do.
During day,
in the darkness,
on the land,
in the sea,
and through air,
all their deeds go unnoticed.
One can only prepare.
For the fire that is coming
from the depths of the bowl,
for they crave black inside you,
for the loss of your soul.
Keep what is holy,
what your ancestors fought for;
their spirit is inside you.
Nothing means more.