"The Road"

Their light playing over the wet flowstone walls.
Like pilgrims in a fable swallowed up and lost,
among the inward part of some grantic beast.
Deep stone flues where the water drips and sings.
Tolling in the silence, the minutes, hours and days,
until they stood in a great stone room where lay,
a black and ancient lake.
From the rimstone pool and on the far shore,
raising its dripping mouth was a creature,
who stared into the light,
with eyes dead white,
and sightless,
like the eggs of spiders.