Crossroad

A figure stands there, ever watching, observing time, seasons, cities rise and fall. through it all life goes on, and still he watches, waiting to hand you back the key... that you've ever had... Soul lives anon, life goes ever on... choose again, choose in love, in joy... and ever shall you be free... Is that figure Janus, Is it a version of Hecate? Is it Anubis, or Osiris?... Both, neither, all... But maybe it's you... style is an ambient mix of celtic and egyptian motifs poem/lyrics: Crossroad... Mist rises from the ground, Moon shines above, Tombstones scattered all around, Crumbling, cracked, Worn from weather, Aged by time... Alone stands a figure, Cloaked in the shade of night... Looking upon the graves, Etched upon their faces, Times, dates, places, Eulogies of years, Of lives gone before... The resting place, Of dreams, Of memories, Of souls, A reverie, A reliquary of life... Below him, The ground resonates, With memories, With the voices, Of all those laid there, Secrets long held laid bare, Giving rise to life anew... Bones and bodies, Old and new, Rich and poor, Ground and sky, Flesh dies, But life is renewed... The soul never dies... Ages pass, Cities rise and fall, Ground holds all, As the winds of time rush by... Still... There he stands, Silently watching, Silently seeing, A witness to it all... Time ceases, Seasons left, Held in the pause, He watches, He waits, As beyond the gates, The question, The choice, The pain of life's release, But after that, What path, What purpose, What phase will be?... You choose, He just points the way, You had the key, He just kept it for thee, Take it, Be happy, Be free, Go on, And live anon...