The stairs inside the tunnel are steep,
Narrow, and winding.
Mysterious the descent,
Yet I cannot seem to turn back.
There is a light up ahead,
A firelight that burns shadows
That dance upon the cavernous walls
Surrounding me.
At the bottom of the very last step,
I am met suddenly,
By a gray-faced man,
With ashen skin and cold, cold hands.
I try to back away,
But I cannot retreat
From his eyes, transfixed upon mine,
Pulling me toward something unknown.
As the cavern light dims,
And the weight from my fear
Becomes heavier,
He stretches out his hand
Toward my chest,
And my heart seems launched from within,
My knees buckle,
My eyes are glassy,
And everything is numb.
He makes a fist,
And I feel myself, for the last time,
That anxious feeling of wrong,
Resonating around and through me,
Leaving a stain on me
As my eyes open,
And I awaken to an empty room,
Wondering,
Where is she?
And, what has happened?
Dreaming again,
In a fog of woe and fear,
And the night drags on,
And somewhere,
She too, is scared,
That there is no escape.