Stygian I know these tunnelswell,been here since the beginning.Shadows dancing;beckoning withsharp biting rocks for fingers.Diamonds embedded that pierce like nails.Slow reckoningshrouded by shallow lightbouncing off scratched and bleedingwalls.This path that never endswith its dark and ever darkening hallows.No words to break the quiet.No riot to break down the walls.No squall to set the sailsand coughing, sighing, dyinglights to lead the way.