The lone, the cold
weary, dreary
unsettled in their new home
their sojourn a mystery
uncertainty roams
Prowling shapes envelop the door
as Pluto unleashes his damned hoardes
eternity sealed inside their mind
how hurriedly they know not
the lies spoonfed long since
cannot help them here.
Only their fear
resides and thrives
feasting on their futile fate
thrashing about in the heart's cage.
Yet, feeling nothing, not numb
pain vociferous, yet dumb
How canst they continue on?
The toil etched into their eyes
baggage hanging off the brow
Channels well dug in thy alabaster dome
as they arrive where they shall call home.
Abandon all hope
if it not abandoned thee;
embrace only your misery
for nothing before you you shall see
yet thine eyes will wild dance
with fanciful horrors
terrors once unbeknown
residing
where they call home.