And often I,
And often he
Approached the hidden moor.
Where secrets lay
In light of day –
Lay hidden past the door,
Which guards the way
Beyond the day –
At night unseen to all.
We heard it said:
“Have fear of dead,
Avoid the wretched hall!”
Yet he and I,
Thought not to die,
Sought ever chilling thrills.
And in the night,
In lack of light
Went into forest hills.
Unknown to all
How wretched hall
Appeared in dead of night.
We were surprised,
Yet recognized
What was before our sight.
A single light,
A reddish light
Was seen way past the door
We stood in fear,
Ever so near
The hall inside the moor
We followed in –
Now deep within
The light lured us inside.
Fools as we were
Were brought before
The sickening, reddish light.
As we approached
Courage reproached
And all but disappeared!
Yet light remained
In our blood stained –
The nightmare that we feared.
He lay unmoved,
Dead where he stood
Blood running past the door.
I ran away,
Seeking the way
Outside of hall in moor.
…
Mere man cannot
Reach past the door
Or so at least it seems
Many were brought
To knees before
The moor of hidden dreams.
Perhaps to die,
Never return
Is conquering the fear?
He died, not I –
I was not born
As brave as I appear.
Will we again
Being mere men
From wicked dreams break free?
How often we
Approached the hall?
Unknown; A mystery.