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
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