Strange and confusing this vision before me
As the raven stands quietly while time ticks away
Cloudy skies above shift with menacing precision
As the skies hold nothing but varieties of gray
A word scrawled in blood seeps into hardened rock
While doors stand without reason, waiting on my call
A clock keeps ticking, persistently insistent; set in stone
This bleak and puzzling picture before me casts its pall
A dreadful curiosity of the likes I have never known
Ghastly pull towards my fate to view the other side
Open door could be an opportunity or grave mistake
The Lady or the Tiger, or worse still, the Devil’s slide
Drawn back to the clock in stone and it’s solitary word
Written not so long ago as the crimson message still drips
“Alone” is all it says, leaving no other clues to meaning
As a nothingness engulfs me, while terror tightly grips
I stand before beckoning doors ready to take the chance
To find what’s beyond the minds temptations and lies
Slowly opening the door with great fear and apprehension
I step boldly across the threshold to meet my certain demise
Once inside the open doorway it all comes crystal clear
Raven was my guide to lead me to such a decisive place
The clock to tick away every moment of my indecision
Until this glorious exultation spread wide across my face
My dreams have brought me to the place I long to be
Surrounded by the loved ones, long lost to times decay
Scarlet script a reassurance in blood and eternal stone
“Alone” I’ll never be, as I am surrounded night and day
JMC813 