The Journey Poem by anais vionet

To take the hero's journey, I left the ordinary world.

Now my heart is wildly pounding because the wolf is at my door.
That tireless executioner craves the very blood therein my veins,
but I set out to defeat it, so I guess I can't complain.

The wolf is known as "ignorance" - when he's posing as a sheep.
The most frightening aspect of the wolf is that he has a home - in me.

I find myself both - the hunter and the hunted.
I'm the question and the answer, the cure and the cancer,
the music and the dancer, the magic and the necromancer.