Walking down this hall
Where it leads I've yet to find.
Strang how no sound follows,
Not even footsteps.
As if blanketed in snow.
Strange how no shadow is cast
Upon the velvet walls.
Yet light enough there is to see.
Light so bright it nearly blinds.
Still my path is clear.
There are no doors at either side
Only this narrow coridor.
I'd turn back,
But nothing is left behind.
The path I've walked fades as my footsteps
Fall.
What lurks behind I do not know.
What darkness follows
Waiting to feed troubles me not.
I do not fear to turn my back
On what was.