Tepid tapered streams seamlessly
Flow through rigid rivers in each
Creaking crevice of his mangled
Each turning twisting twirling whirling
Step and stone through flesh and bone
Beyond the walls a man;
Past tooth trapdoor and serrated claw –
Horror gore and corridor.
From frantic fright to bone-deep bite,
Only cantered courage leads to light.
Survive and surpass such a tolling test.
Each faultless feat shows you’re best.
Doors with locks and chains and keys –
Unhinged like foes left on their knees.
“To make it thus far tis a proving
Performance but just before you
Complete the conformance,plunge
Your sword through your mail and Breast I do decree.
For no man, woman, beast or god
Will ever hold claim of this maze…
By J.T. O’Sullivan
J.T. O’Sullivan 2016©