Stake your claim to enter a place so forbidding,
Then the outcome be of your own dare,
For what you see may not bring what is expected to be!
Feel reality so cold and dark inside,
Behind entities portal so far from reach,
A doorway longing to be opened from the outside,
Yet no key to turn the lock.
Here one makes their final stand,
Under cold falling rains,
With every passing hour of question,
Is there life beyond,
To be set free from the infliction of pain and misery?
Welcome to the world of the infidel,
Trapped inside intoxications creation of a crazy dream,
Maybe someday they’ll come to take you home.
Under skies of a blood red moon,
On a winters’ night,
The flow of ice cold air crawls slow and thick through your marrow,
One’s sanity fighting against the wind and rain beating strongly,
Entwined with sounds of hells thunder and lightning,
Drowning out all other forms of sound and outward appearance,
Now cloaked in possession of a blackened darkness.
Where no other soul heeds the crying calls,
Only yourself, still unable to perceive the screams of your silent pleas.
There on sodden foundations you lay yourself down,
As loneliness seeps into your soul.
Sightly trails from your eyes show stained tracks of bleeding tears,
While shaking hands hold a cracked heart.
Slowly lifes’ remains ebb away.
A legend is dying,
The fight has been lost.
Hear the fife play lowly an ode,
To this prisoner within a crazy dream.
Maybe in time,
They’ll come,
To take me home.