Into The Pit: A Sacred Poem

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Into The Pit

Into the pit before me goes,
Into the howls, the shapes whose throes
Of shadowed pain would melt the heart,
And yaw the jaw if whipping starts,
But falls not the spike, or the tine
In this obscure and winding mine,
Only the lack of love or light
Imposes this reliefless night,
And somewhere I, tho…