Moving further away from the light
Trepidation rising steadily
Knowing what lies in the depths
But unable to avoid its' lure.
Reaching the Gates of Hades
The guards ensuring no escape.
Guided through individually,
Enabling your identity to be verified.
Plunging deeper & deeper into the depths.
Not understanding how, as your not moving
And yet, you feel yourself being inexplicably
Drawn, towards the centre of the Earth.
Huddling close to all the others
For fear of falling into emptiness
As you wait your turn
To ride on the carriage of death.
Feeling the rush of wind
Hearing the scream of the beast
Knowing the carriage is but a moment away
And then the real Hell will commence.
As the doors seemingly open by unseen hands.
The drive begins. Endeavouring to pack every nook & cranny.
A feeling of levitation overcomes you.
Surrounded, every part of your torso is connected to another’s.
Time has no meaning here,
Only the sway of the death carriage.
Moving as one cohesive unit,
Left & right, then back again.
Thrust forwards, as the destination draws near.
A congealed mass emerges from within.
Blindly following the yellow signs
Like a group of lemmings on holiday.
Slowly rising out of the depths.
Light beginning to penetrate through the dark.
Passing through the Gates of Hades
As if there were hundreds of Herakles.
Shielding yourself from the brightness of day.
Knowing full well, that the journey would be taken again all too soon.