A parched well
with little use.
A prison.
He’d fallen.
Clamber he must,
up a ladder
that had seen better days.
Each rung whispered
promises of salvation
and absolution.
If only they didn’t concede
to the weight that betrayed
his every step.
•••
He laid broken
and splintered.
Much like the ladder,
whose top rungs mocked
with the same song
but it’s too far,
too faint to hear.
.
“Just one second, and I was left with nothing
Her fragrance still pulsating through damp air
That day came to an end
And she had lost in me her credence”
Demon of the Fall - Opeth