Journey into the far North

 
You walked alone 
in Northern lands 
on no-man's paths 
through autumn graveyards 
ancient gates 
to human hearts. 
You knew: 
the knowledge of these parts 
would mar your joys. 
You could have scorned, 
you could have turned -  
it was your choice. 
You did not close 
dead eyes 
for right or wrong. 
You had to heal 
hurt hearts, weak minds -  
for you are strong. 
In shallow graves 
they stirred, they cried. 
You heard the souls. 
You went from light 
into dead night 
and made it yours.