The wind in my hair, the storm in my heart
I set out, not caring where I would end up
He waited there, at the end of the climb
Terrifying, gigantic, and surreal
Me, a girl of the Earth; Him, a being ethereal
I hid in my jacket, he shone in his cloak
I shivered in the snow, he fed off sunshine
Twenty-seven days of an arduous climb
The sharp rock that bit into my sole on the seventh day
The sweet snake that took its pain away
The sunshine that was a false friend
And the raccoon that took my food away
Never, for a moment, was any of it as terrifying
As Him infornt of me
Not slurping my own vomit the twenty-second day
Nor having my right arm broken on the third
Terrifying yes, but gloriously terrifying
He shone like the lie on a child’s lips
Smiled like Lucifer, for the Devil too was God’s own once
It was difficult to say how he looked ,
Because he was omnipresent, omnipotent, just a presence in the midst of white snow
Yet I knew he was there, there in front of me
I should say he was black, but he was so much more
The shade of the black of a raven’s beak,
The depth of the purple of a midnight painting
The red of the blood of an innocent youth
The green of the glint of a fear-filled glance
He was great, but terrible, to behold
Was he human? I don’t know.
But what is human?
The same human who would give away two spoonfuls when he has a thousand
Would also tear out from the guts of another half a spoon when he has none
He was the human of the night-time
The human that arises in all of us when we are fast asleep
The demon we hide, the demon we are afraid to confront
He moved, I fell:
I looked up fearless, and remembered everything: and I smiled a smile of contempt.
Because all that we get, we do not deserve; and all that we deserve, we do not know.
And then there was nothing.
Death’s embrace was gentle after all.