The Labyrinth

ever young and not to return aged yet and not to push on a skeleton of the mirage step down into the labyrinth all life and lullaby taken on a wind the world dreamt up by children lifted on like a curtain to behold backdrops of brokenness and savagery desperate flight like frightened rabbits into bleak reaches of the panicked mind limestone halls of all one’s horrors deeper still into the labyrinth salutations from some shadow-dwellers figments unfamiliar in a catacomb of lies fractured forms of the boy you were inviting you to stay forever forsaken to strife on a blind march where at times the devil strolls alongside swearing gems should you follow him to slaughter in the labyrinth