Oh yes, I'm the kid who puts himself in a dumbwaiter
To explore a haunted house, and lets the goblins
Call his name for fates worse than life itself,
Yet scribbles out his fate in code evermore revealed.
Who dares the fates, dares the gods themselves;
But unless you're swallowed at birth by mad Cronus,
You're assured at least of appearance on the stage
To plead your cause and, perhaps, to stay the noose.
Deux ex machina so easily explains the weirdest scene
You just can't trust any artifice by the man who stands
Shielded by the curtain, programed to decipher cruelest
Twist gods e'er could devise, yet with kindergarten end.
Not all's well that ends well, for the end's the same for all:
Death rattle, body jerking, not willing to call an end
To this life we call forever, blindly ignoring the ridiculous
Pandering to living we call survival and praise for tenacity.
So here I sit, cross-legged in the shaft, hand o'er hand drawing
The pulley to floors not yet explored, not excised of spirits
Not protected in any manner from the unknown wraith
Whose fingers tight are grasped around my heart's beat.
