My heart beat. The way i had come
Under those bridges, through the rubble
Enmerged into a dark tunnel, dripping,
Descending, full of dank draughts,
Descending, descending, into the darkness
Till i met Hades. This path was not meant
For human feet. It was the train tracks,
Erected out of hell-fired steel, relentlessly
Marching on, echoing ghostly voices
As it marches, marches, marches on.
Now, relieved, i ventured forth
And walked to the wall. Saw the doors
Endless, row on row, face me. There was no light behind.
I put my hand to one of the doors, expecting
It to be silently locked, muffled, shut up.
But it creaked, sprung open easily.
And i fell inside.
Inside were empty corridors
Leading endlessly on, into a greater maze.
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