Stare to His Eyes

For I Have Dared

Through dismal swamps I trenched,
Through vast wastelands I have strode,
My gut, I feel it wrench
I am out here alone, and nobody knows.

Towards the vast unknown
Down far below
I hear wails, I hear moans
Down this path I trot alone.

Warmth catches my achy bones
Not pleasantry of a wood stove
But it comes from the pit of the unknown
To this place, I must go.

I feel emanations of hatred
Pain Swirls all around my weathered skin
In the distance I see faint red
Is this what shall take me in?

It is upon me now
I stare into the valley of death
In one last sin it could be all over now
I could commence my last breath.

I look deeper into this infernal grave
I stared into the eyes
Of the keeper, of the not saved
Down with him my soul could lie

I choose this day not to die
I get one chance
I shall not let it be passed by
yet I lack many a thing such as romance

I have many a year
Ill shed many a tear
I can shake it off with many a beer
I have many a year

I yelled to the keeper,
You shall not have my soul
I shall see you post visit from the grim reaper!
And away I then strolled…