I\'ve once heard of this path before.
Some said to have traveled it, but sadly became lore.
Now headed to it\'s direction, I soon wondered.
If those clouds above it, has ever thundered.
As I approached this threshold of bone and sorrow.
I stared into what was dark, and found it hollow.
I cross over this dark margin of despair.
And into a world full of the debonair.
As if that menacing line was a facade.
Only to reveal a region of the greatest awe.
Roads paved carefully with only the finest marble.
And the buildings built of the purest metal.
I ventured onward to reach the end of this dream.
I saw the exit at the end of a sunbeam.
Now reluctant to cross into such a mediocre world.
I take one step, and the image behind me becomes whirled.
This road was once a symbol of fear.
Now becoming a totem of wealth and cheer.
People still see it as this road not taken.
But many travel to find it wildly awakened.