Half a face, half a mask
I wander through the corridor
After dark.

The glass cuts and embeds in
My feet, I tiptoe carefully not to
Awaken the guardian from his slumber.

I hear his heavy breathing
Become a part of the core;
The low rumbling devours my soul.

Through a crack in the curtain;
A slice hits my face, of brilliant
White light which cuts like a knife.

It pierces  my eyes, it pierces my skin
And shakes the very heart of my existence.

I know the end is near, no panic
Now, no fear; for  morning has arrived all too soon.

One final look, one last breath
My body like the sands of time
Is but dust on the breeze.

The door at the end of the corridor slowly shuts firm, never to
Be opened.....
By mortal hands.