Promenade I
Upon the promenade, the path is twisted and turned,
each footfall is set to an unknowable rhythm.
Before thee runs the righteous coil
or is it a brilliant path of glory?
I see no solution to my turmoil
I travel this labyrinth alone...
It is spiraling down deep like a nautilus coil.
A dangerous and dark mystery
for each footfall has found
a different path upon a different world.
Traveling the unlit promenade
a path to purgatory
that twists turns and spiraling
along the way, I find no sanctuary.
Each footfall set to an unknown rhythm...
The lights are diminishing and flickering into death!
Time has moved along this promenade,
The stone crumbling to dust
The labyrinth is vast as it is winding.
I feel it unreel before me...
Upon the promenade,
the path is twisted, turned,
always dark along the promenade
a path to purgatory...
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