I Am She (speaking of prepositions....)

I am she who walks

In darkness

Below starlight

With angels and demons

Along paths that are lonely

Through shadows

By whispers

Among beams of sunlight

Within shimmers of memory

Between the haunted and the darkling

Toward ghosts and old dreams

Across the forbidden and forsaken

Beside legends

Onto battlefields

Underneath wraiths of cloud

Beyond all shreds of doubt

In front of mirrors all naked

Past swords and all anger

Into blackness

Behind stones and doors

Like a snake

Without fear

Up to edges of glory

From dusty old stairwells

To closets of forgotten dreams

Inside doors always locked

Near murmurs of death

Despite trembling and fear

For all that is good

On all that is earth

Beneath the skies and the gods

Until all comes to naught

Except virtue and vice

Since these are eternal

Under the heavens

Outside of all time

Up under the shells of dead thoughts

Upon the skin of the world

Down under its sinew

Throughout its lands and its peoples

During highstorms and weepings

After the riddens

Above the crashing tide

Against it all, the madness, the bitterness

But also the stillness

In spite of all longing

Instead of all joy

At the threshold of victory

Before the doors of fulfillment

Because of the darkness

Out from the light

Over all these memories and twistings

About things unknowable

Since they are what's worthy

Of all things in life

Off edges bold daring

I am she who walks.