The First Descent

Step by step down musty stairs

Walls of stone and stale old air

A faintly drone was buzzing by

With Desolate scents that burned my eyes

Once we met the bottom step,

all began to blur except

The silent wretch across the room

rotting arm chair all drenched in gloom

Move he not but still he stares

With hollow eyes that weren’t there

When I woke I knew not where

I was or how I’d gotten there

Still I wander through our dreams

Shrill yell yonder who was thee?

I guess you’ll haveto wait and see

In all our future poetry.

This is just the second step

Of exploring the souls extent