Walk the Dark

A tunnel wide yawned before me

as I travelled along my way,

and I stepped in as traveler would,

leaving behind the waning day.

 

As soon as I was in the dark

as splash of colors lashed at me.

First, black like space, then brown like dirt

splattered, from where? I could not see.

 

Then raging red, a boiling blood

like river flowed, followed by blue

and laughing greens and gold like sun

did paint me in a rainbow hue.

 

I left exhausted, but still pleased;

my trial turned me into art.

'Twas nearly death, but worth much more,

and all I did was walk the dark.

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