The inward journey

In the shadows,
Footsteps trace,
Ashes flying,
In the wind.

And ghosts arise,
In their midst,
To guide the fleeing,
Renegade.

"Onward march,"
They howl in wind,
As Cupid scowls,
From places high.

Behold!
Thy hollow,
Vows,
Forgotten.

Behold!
The passing,
Minute,
Gone.

Behold!
The inward,
Transformation.
From child,
That was,
To man,
That is.