The dark descent
The light above slips away,
And slowly I descend into darkness.
Only a thin shaft of light remains
A token of a different world above ground
And as the descent continues,
The walls sweep and swell,
The waterfall from high above
Echoing in cavernous halls.
The spray from the thousand tiny droplets
Which have scattered from their impact
Wet my face like falling rain,
Soft and cold as winter's snow.
The darkness, only penetrated from standing lights
Surrounds the halls, smothering.
And as the water roars, and darkness compresses,
Time halts, slows and changes.
This is not the world above.
Time is not the same here
An hour is ten minutes,
And the sun is never present.