The Walk

Past the icons of earthly woes 
to a place without weary throes 
Thru the veil no man's ever passed 
Unfurled lies the faith in the last 
Mob chanting before the feast 
until The Tide is unleashed 

Each step hammers the soil 
with revelations imbued in coil 
One humming note permeates the air 
as the walk descends into a lair 
Where seven wives entertain the frail 
away from the unseen trail 

The walk is for those who dare 
Pass the sadist's glare