by Source of light In the dark forbidden path of my imagination I saw the light A small speckle of flickering light I was hoping I will be alright Advancing relentlessly, I heard distant laughter Felt howling wind, lighting flashed by Splitting the dark, stale humid air with its fury The air resonating, echoing I heard that laughter again, heard screams of agony Calling me by my name As I approached the source of light The closer I got the more chillier I felt, Cold sweat from my forehead started to drip I was in fear of my life Continued to advance, I had to find out Was this my destiny waiting for my by the weak little light Surrounded by step gorges, large boulders, by darker and darker rocks Suddenly flashing bluish and maroon lights filled the atmosphere Felt almost paralyzed yet determined to continue Felt very cold despite the flaming display of hellish colors I felt a hand on my shoulder, looked around and there was no one Herd my name again clearly, deep chilling voice, with its vicious laughter closer Continued, almost crawling due to the rough terrain towards the source of that light Then I saw the face, reflecting of the rocks, with the lips moving calling out my name And saw the source of my light clearly, and I realized I saw the devil with my own eyes, it was you with your dark eyes!
