Midway through our life’s journey, unchartered upon trembling waves,
I went astray from the straight road, all lined and gold,
And woke to find myself alone in a dark wood, now grey now old.
Never told what I was to see, a halo of angels at pearly white gates?
Nor was I to expect the wrath, fiery un-kept.
Instead locked in veiled dark, souls sleeplessly counting one’s sins,
Turning I listened, a twist of the fist, fate. Was it yes? Was it no?
Was I to be bid goodbye or hello?