The journey from light to dark

Is a baron one on a landscape stark!

Full of perils and dangerous paths

And at the end is your own epitaph

 

A single fleeting moment’s choice

Can see you stranded with no voice

The way is cleared by the choices made

But direction mired by games played

 

The uncertainty of the unyielding fear

Means the path is never really be clear

And your morels tested every second

By the lustful demons as they beckoned

 

The roadmap to your mind is fraught

With internal judgements never taught

You fight on wielding your gallant ideals

Knowing that your soul the demon steals

 

Why is it that you have always known?

The end you seek has been yours to own

From the day you left your mother’s womb

You knew the end was a darkened tomb

 

The only difference is what you see

For it is nigh on impossible to run and flee

Your eternal tomb is cold and hard to find

A prisoner now of your despairing mind.

 

Copyright - Graeme Hawke