• Alone in darkness I march toward doom,
    Toward a house in shadow and gloom,
    I wait until I see the blur,
    Then ask to see the gatekeeper,
    The heavy sand pulls me down,
    So wade and wade before I drown,
    Shackles, knives, chains, and dirt,
    All devices that make me hurt,
    Further and further I must travel,
    Lest my vary being unravel,
    Gaunt in face and thin in waist,
    Holds me down while I sink in paste,
    Have to get free, I have to go,
    The entire process is very slow,
    Break free of my forced stun,
    And run till I am done,
    At the end I’m am asked to wait,
    And two questions I am asked to sate,
    I know the answers and I know their rhyme,
    Admittance is the only thing this time,
    That time is nothing and all I’ve got,
    It’s my answer for all I’ve sought,
    I return with body and soul,
    And learned nothing of my role,
    I already knew of what I wanted,
    So I’ll continue on this path I’ve haunted.