The Call Poem by dymon sidebottom

It calls out to me.
It slowly brings me to it again.
I hear it say my name.
I see it begin to glow.
I see the gifts.

It calls outs to me once more.
It slowly gets me over there.
I hear it say my name yet again.
I see it begin to redden.
I see the places for the new gifts.

I heard the call.
I slowly went over.
I heard it say my name.
I saw the blood leak out.
I saw the new gifts begin to form.

Blade of fury and blood is so red.
The blade cut and I accepted.
I didn’t think of the outcome until I saw the scars.