Wend Thus It Came
slipping, not grasping,
do I do?
to hold on
none to be found.
fast into abyss
let go, hanging tight
darkness creeps ever so close,
will never let go to succumb to it.
the suction of the tentacles
gasping, tugging, pulling
– come to me, come to me.
alas; strength not know where it came
lighthouse of aura celestial peace and the fauna of success.
to fight the lure of hell
it be there?
spikes try to set their snares
trap what they can.
zigzagging across the deserts
but life abides,
and powerful in its determination to endure.
strength from within
it the key?
it make a difference?
not know from where or whence it came.
the heavenly northern lights and the sweet soul smell of the stars above
guide its pilgrims through the barren wasteland.
be taking thus road thy will need to be
sensing, olfactory nerves afire
out for the pitfalls of the dark beast
entrap again in despair.
conquer the labyrinth and maneuver through the passes of time
Will find thy perfect light and thy mystical Shangri-La.