Between the dark and ominous
Shapes that stood above me,
There were roiling clouds of light and dark,
And between and under all of this
Ran a road like a silver sliver
That curved and swooped between the dark heights.
Like a light moving through a shadowed chasm.
And that road of light
Led my way to its distant point.
So how did I find myself
In this dismal cave
Half way up a shadowed mountain?
I took my eyes off the road.