At times, we others seem to feel
That things are different, things aren’t real
Our jaded eyes begin to tire
And sink into a darkened spire
Ideas meander, as dream creates
Strange beasts our mind imagine-ates
Our thoughts are anchored, ball and chain
And dragged into this nether plane
Amidst the silence, amidst the black
So few there are, for most turn back
Intoxicate, it does, this realm
A sea-less captain, without a helm
No fate to fall on those who come
No prodigy, with deeds undone
No solace for a desperate mire
No ember breathes, among this fire
Evil strikes, into the heart
To all who stay, as most depart
This shaded black, it rests within
The ones who preach, and yet live sin
Awaken, now, to you at rest
Do not forget this mindful test
The largest grow from smallest grain
And all return, to nether plane
How the World Should Work 