Journey to the Underworld

In the darkest hours of the night,

A phantom — wayward from the light

Knowing not where to go or whom to seek,

Completely lost and wholly meek.

 

He once was living, bold and strong,

On the Heroes Journey, his did wrong,

From the bright and beautiful world ahead

Cast to the Depths and Chasms instead

 

He feels remorse, regrets his course

Searching for Light, a flicker of source

Climbs a hill thinking it be the last,

Only to find the mountains of the past.

 

The abyss holds comfort and bliss,

But only a deadman settles for this

And He feels a fire, his heart set ablaze,

His gaze set forward, the future awaits.