It's grasp was first evident In the essence of what was left Left behind, and forgotten Untouched and unbothered The apparent land untouched The obvious unbothered Neglect was evident And such began, the first of the beckoning Yet, it did not stop there Taken aback only a moment I felt myself called A tunnel seemed to call my name Though, it was not a name that was called My very being was pulled My inner identity was called For a name, was simply a title? To label something for comfort There was no comfort in what was called What was this that beckoned me? This thing that knew me As no one had ever As I have never I took the trail immediately For I must know this thing which knew me Although I walked the physical path I moved through the brush And slapped away the vegetation I stamped over the objections in my path All in all I did this Yet I felt so much more Beyond the desolate of the trail The voices I heard in the distance The light I seen The noises I heard I felt myself propelled to another dimension Another plane of existence My body continued in its physical world But my mind soared through intriguing places The feelings at first were so foreign I could not determine how to approach them What to think of them I had the innocence of a new born babe I knew not what the feelings meant Knew not where my mind traveled Should I fear this? Cling to it? I was a child at play in a war zone The tracks stopped me cold Both physically, and spiritually Someone had been here before me Its presence was overwhelming Instantly, the deepest secrets of my past blast into my view I recounted every moment of my life The bad amplified, emphasised All in a single moment of time everything that was me Everything evil in me was presented to myself And... the previous traveller Knew it all His tracks were evident And now I knew, far too late, This realm was evil