Salvation bleeds its last hopes

Upon make believe plains of earth

Selfish lies fading the light from within;

Places turn around the one's lost here

Forming ever changing worlds:

A white rabbit on his way.

A wandering child going on to nowhere.

A brooding sky.

A forest of watching eyes.

I saw these as I crossed over into here

Then formed illusions of my own:

A towering castle below silver mountains.

A labyrinth, at its center a strange world all its own.

A cold season.

A curse spelled land.

I searched along the riddles to find what I didn't know I was looking for

And came to a burning sky

Above an acid sea

And saw

The exiting doorway

hanging solitaire

between.