THE CAVERN

THE CAVERN

In the cavern, deep and drawn in slender tendrils of hope
Lies the ruin of my dream of future success
For it is late in the day and twilight beckons with
The finger of delirious delight at my discomposure
Where did the time of distant sleep and danger go
For everywhere I look there is nothing, no nothing
To bring me peace or resolution and I scream
In silent misery at the hopelessness I feel
During this nightmare of vast proportions
And only someone not quite sane can understand
Where I have been and where I must go
Whilst my mind is burrowing under reason
And finding no exit worth taking and no entrance
Either, for there is only a black door which can
Never be breached or broken down for the lock
Has no key and never had, for the flute of fortune
Was blown with the glass of fire but the key was
Never cast for the lock of the black door and so
It never can be breached this steel door, black as night
Never bowed, never bent, never opened, closed forever.