Part IV, The Castles

The sand is soft, my feet dig deep, red it glows; I head toward black mountain things, up on high. I get closer, closer; to what, heaven knows; “Future forward, death backward”, to myself I sigh. Flat sand turns upward, struggle more I must; Now using my hands, I plow through the sands, Onward and upward, my goal to attain, I trust; Fear aside, onward I glide, ’til reach the black lands. At last, I top the slope, black towers I see, Vast and long, they stretch far away, ’tis what I seek? Doors I see none, but stairs I do, two or three; Must pick a stair, see what’s there, take a peek. The stair in the middle, is the one I will riddle, Though the steps be long, and so hard to climb. Black stone by time, still I gain, little by little, I gain the top, did not stop, my mind sublime. ‘Tis Not soft and red, this floor is black and hard, And I see buildings arise all around me; Surrounded by water, my progress to retard. Water is clear, what do I fear? Things I can’t see? But, I must go somewhere, cannot you see? The tallest tower, the one in the middle, That is the place that I feel I should be; Give’em hell, isn’t that swell, so is my riddle. Two channels I must cross, afore I be boss; But the clear water seems to hold no danger. Off I dive, and I come up alive; And swim to the bank without anger. Still one moat to go, I give it a show, And dive off yet again. And I swim like hell, to you I tell, And reach the shore of the castle plain. At last it stands before me; black castle in its glory; A big door in the middle that seems to be shut. Perhaps I’ll rap, rouse someone from a nap, Coulds’t  be safer in the walls, than out and about. But though I knock long, I here no song, And the door remains shut and hard. So I back away, I know I can’t stay; And trip over a rock, a piece, a shard. It is black like the floor, but has jewels galore; And I think that this might be something of worth. I pluck it from the ground, and lo! Sounds do resound; And the door to the castle dost rise from out of the earth. I try to look in, but the insides are dim; It looks like an empty hallway. Must go forward again, rather than where I’ve been, For, this dream, I must finish someday! [Bzarrodon must have something to do with this. Wait, who am I talking about, does anybody  know?] Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 02:25 PM PST, Brazos Mason   0 • 10