Verbal Visions

Event Horizon

Event Horizon


All night I have been wandering,
waiting for a beacon,
a lodestar to bring me home.

In the howling wind,
I hear them.
Voices from beyond.
They speak to each other
in hushed tones,
unaware of my existence.

Above me lies the vortex,
a portal to their dimension.
The crashing lightning shows
the path and marks the entrance.

Entranced, I begin to climb the
decaying steps. They crumble
beneath my feet,
a warning and a dare.

What awaits beyond
the corridor?
What new life lies
across the threshold?
What adventure is before me?
Should I choose to find out?

My choice made
I scale the mountain,
I will never go back
I will find
those hopeful voices
whispering in the wind.

I close my eyes
and cross into the
void.