Poems of Narad

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.