Weary is the traveler
Who treads the stony path
Through the Mist
Whose ghostly embrace
Blots out the sun
How can they ever
Hope to find the way home?
The wheel in the sky
Turns on
They are ignorant
Lost and hopeless
Drifting for evermore
The air turns to water
They are not walking
But swimming
Not treading water
But drowning
Not sinking to the bottom
But flying
Carried on wings of ash
To  heaven and hell
One in the Same