When I travelled below, With only my songs, I felt no fear, Because I had no responsibility. Returning as the sole guide, I stared at the path ahead. Imagining each awful possibility, That might await us - both - If I failed. My love twisted into fear. What grew from an urge to protect, Suffocated us. As we drew closer to the light, I realised we'd never feel safe. We were compelled to look back, At the horrors we scraped past. Or let that festering within us, Immobilise us completely. My destiny, through myth, Turned into anxiety in us all.