I had the immense pleasure to meet Brooke Shaden yesterday and attend her Promoting Passion Tour here in Atlanta.  It was a deeply emotional experience that left me exhausted, but full of the joy knowing so many others are out there like me.  She gave a great talk about legacy and what that really means.  She asked us some very hard questions and had us seeking the deeper meaning in what we choose to do.  We also had the joy of hearing from Gary and Vivian Chapman.  I related so well to their life story and found hope in the struggles and success they have found in their careers.  We also had the opportunity to photograph 4 different models in different poses for our use in our creative work.  This sparked my creativity and I couldn't wait to get up this morning and create!  While I was thinking of my concept, I came across this lovely poem by Damon Tarloth that just spoke to me.  I do love to write poetry on occasion, but this seemed to fulfill that need for me.  I hope you like this poem and my newest piece. 

End of Times

The myths of perfect paradigm.
Incorporeal prison bound through time.
Unraveling events or fate.
Unleashing Armageddon's gate.

Chants and prayers suspended might.
Instant darkness, vanished light.
Ephemeral hope fades away.
Plunged, blinded evanescent day...

Immersed in fear this tale begins.
The anger rises from within.
Inscribed on flesh the mark of Cain.
Is passed by touch this fetid stain...

The throat is marked of fallen beast.
This started with a devout priest.
As snuffing tendrils threading blight.
Darkness calling, seducing sight...

As Fluent visions flood the mind.
Corruption spreads, infections bind.
Tenacious deeds invoking pain.
Resist temptation all in vain...

Despair rains down throughout the land.
The screams of death's commencing stand.
Silently twisting will of man.
A godless place with no more plan...

The Ritual