Walking I once found a lair,
A lair so dank and bleak,
That every soul which did approach,
Vanished for none to seek.
No man or beast could e’er be found,
From out the door which stood.
Cloistered in a barren-world,
A world of thought and wood.
A world of selfishness and greed,
For perseverant were its’ beings,
In keeping out the door found where,
Life and death met like two streams.
Their eyes were closed as they walked,
So ignorance could still be bliss,
And as bodies floated by and by,
The bodies rose with a kiss,
Into the door to die.
K. Aldaya, 11/10/06
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g99/DarkDewer/dark-forest-night-image.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
