By Julia O'Connell

As I ponder the unknown,

I know that I am not alone.

For there are others just like me—

The blinded, who attempt to see,

To see the world they have forgot—

Left in darkness, there to rot.

But you and I have seen this place,

And stared into the Devil's face.

And let him know we're not afraid;

We paid the price that must be paid,.

And here we stand atop the mountain,

Drinking youth from a golden fountain.

I rule the world and it rules me,

When all that's real will cease to be.