The Path of Darkness

The cobwebs are thick and sticky,
In a feign attempt to block your way,
The heat from your torch's fire quickly subdues them,
A flash of light is seen for a second,
The sword then re-sheathed as the webs give way,
You are on your way to find something long since lost and buried.

The torch's light quickly subdues the consuming dark,
You step cautiously forward into the unknown,
The air is cold, dank, and musty,
A foul scent hangs upon the air as death upon the gallows,
Your breath turns to fog in your face,
As one step continues to follow another on your dark journey.

Thou hast gone off the edge of the map of what's known,
Ye now be in a place between the lost and the found,
Noises from the dark unseen seem to explode in the silence,
Mind and imagination run riotous and rampant,
The eyes begin playing tricks on thee,
Thou art feeling that thy sanity is sharply and quickly fleeing.

Spikes shoot out in front of you,
Walls begin to close in from all sides,
Stones beneath your feet begin to fall away,
You begin to run on ahead as fast as you can,
A tiny hope of escape is all you have left within,
The torchlight is barely enough to light your way.

You just barely escape the pitfalls that almost spelled your demise,
Or have you just crossed a stream only to fall into the ocean,
Your torch has almost burned thru,
A hand right before your face is the limit of your visible spectrum,
There appears to be no walls nor ceilings,
Yet, you can see darkness and dense fog twirling like a hurricane closing in on you.

You try to scream, but only a rasping sound comes forth,
There is no voice inside your throat,
The only vocality you hear is that which resides in your head,
You have to fight a battle with your wits to keep them held firm,
As the visuality of impending doom gets closer with every frozen breath you exhale,
Fear is welling up within your core beyond imagination.

When all but your own falling tears appear to have failed you,
You are flatly impaled upon the side of a large icy monstrosity,
With the almost non-existant flame left on your torch,
A surveyance becomes the owner and Master of the moment,
You have come to that which is the source of your undertaking,
The iced-over stone bed where the noble knight of the by-gone age rests eternally, breathing not.

Not for an era and a day has this once-great gent been seen,
Pain and suffering dealt by his hand forced him into the darkness,
The tears and anguish of the receiver locked him down on stone,
Years upon years of no change blanketed the virtuous as death,
No fight was left inside the soul, nor energy even to struggle,
Life's finale was accepted and submitted to without force or duress.

Only you know the truth and why's of the fate which befell the fallen,
An equality of strife endured by the non-breathing is what urged his hand and action,
Everyday goblets of tears were the only drink to pass the lips,
Slices of breaking heart were the only morsel to follow suit,
Only Romeo and Juliet could understand such a magnitude of emotion and feeling,
There is none and naught but the physical of your mirror's image which can end the curse.

It is for that which you have sought out this tomb,
For only you can complete the ritual and bring the life back,
The daily existing left behind has marked your body and spirit,
Some visible to the eye, and others can only be seen thru a lover's heart,
Too much time has passed for this to be anything less than a near impossibility,
However, the point of 'No Return' has already been laid by the wayside.

One goblet of the heartbroken's fears and tears,
A picture of their smile which you destroyed with your hurtful ways,
Thy wish for their love and forgiveness,
Silent prayers that you can make it out alive,
An eternal vial of your own self,
A candle made of innocence and dreams.

The candle is lit and the ingredients are combined,
The wish and prayer are spoken over the holding chalice,
The contents are emptied upon the frozen stone,
The essence is seen to arise,
The wail of rage and hurt echoes upon the very fog itself,
The very sight and sound are enough to lose consciousness.

When you awaken nothing appears the same, you cannot even recognize your own reflection,
However, the achievement of your efforts seems to be in effect,
To prevent losing your true love, you walked a journey that one shouldn't want to have as necessity,
But, in so doing and braving - you have revived what it was that brought love to your life,
Allowing you to know happiness and love in the first place,
Only the truly loving and caring can complete - The Path of Darkness.