Before she closed the door to my back

my mother said: "Be wary my child,

Those who are worthy to make their own luck

know to steer clear from what inside runs wild."

 

I took her words and kissed her forhead

and went on to my well-charted way

I found that a clear safe path lay ahead

I took it and vowed never to stray.

 

I advanced purposefully towards what

upon my birth had been written is stone 

When an eerie sight tantalized my gut

it was a loenly ivy covered tombstone.

 

What might have spawned such wrath?

What transgression could be so obscene?

To ostracise a soul? Ahead me lay a paved path.

But my mind was fixed at the odd scene.

 

I pondered on the omen that had been foretold

but my young heart yearning; I ignored it

thrilled by the unknown, curious and bold

I looked peril in the eye and threw myself toward it!

 

Venomous thorns piercing, poisoning my side

Doom impending and noone around to save.

But a force of nature's what runs wild inside

I struggled stubbornly til I reached the grave.

 

Tooth and claw, I fought to meet the ousted dead

at last! I stooped; curiosity burning aflame

I wiped the dirt away from the marble and read

none other than my own name.