The Passing
By KC •
There is a place,
Where flames kiss the frail sky into a black canopy
And there is a delicious terror within the stale silence
There is a place,
Where the gleaming moonlight won’t reach
And the sunlight does not dare enter
There is a place,
Where you must pass to enter heaven
And also to enter hell
There is a place,
Called the passing
And not one soul can avoid it
For it is the road to a beginning,
And an end