The Temple of Ganesh

Swirling mist encases my feet, Dark and dreary, it dances in front of my eyes, Keeping me shut out from the path I take, I stumble through the flaccid plants, Clinging to me like babies for warmth. Alone in the darkness Two eyes stare watching, Following my footsteps, as would a mother, Still the silence creeps down my spine, Bringing me closer to the unknowing. Through the veil comes a bright shine, With the body of an arch The head points toward the doorway, Leading back to the living, I come out of the nightmare