The Guardian dances,
A monolith of rattling bones
Between me and the gateway
To the Underworld.
I was lead to this threshold
By my own unsuspecting heart
Who yearns and nudges me
To face the dark expanses
Of radiant expression
And fill each nook,
Each cavern of hidden,
Forgotten paths
With song
As my limbs are wrung dry and loose
From too much dancing