Tap. Tap. Tap.
The man in black
raps his rhythm
and on we trot.
Away from the land of the living.
Thud.
He stops.
Turns.
A mournful look on skeletal face,
gives each of us a mental embrace
and then walks on again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
In the distance
feint sights we see.
Up high
there is a stairway to eternity.
To the right
the pathway veers
to another destination.
One we don’t want to be.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The man in black steps forward
and then
arm outstretched points to the right.
Blocking the path. Blocking the light.
We embark alone from here on in.
Into the darkness. Waged in sin.
Whimpering sounds
from the huddled crowd,
combine with the screams
we are hearing so loud.
Traipsing through old bones and skulls,
contorted masks of agonised screams.
Horror in the looks the faces pull,
terror behind those broken dreams.
We walk on.
Alongside vultures and rats.
Circling on high and scuttering down low,
looking for a scraps
to feed their hunger.
We walk on.
Not wanting to be lunch for anyone.
Darkness enshrouds,
drops down like foggy clouds.
We can't see the pathway in front.
Hands on shoulders of the person ahead
to guide in each footstep we tread.
Seems less lonely this ride
when you have someone by your side.
The serpentine queue
snakes through the swampy marsh,
until we reach our destination.
A place, desolate and harsh
with gates standing tall and proud.
Our screams ignored
no matter how loud.
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