Crossing the House of Knives - Beheaded

Froth with peril is the path from here onwards

It avows death in every step of the way

An alien passage with bladesprotruding

Unremembered from the light of day

Into the desolate unknown

Walking the corridors of grief

Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves

Through the house of knives

Ignominy in the place of fear

Xibalba… the realm of the dead

It’s daunting silence is deafening

And as ardent as the necrosing air

Into the desolate unknown

The unseen

Crossing from the tombs to the passage graves

Through the house of knives

Cursed dungeon

Chamber of souls trapped in perdition behind the mould

In eternal unrest

Blood curling despair

The walls echo their piercing lament

Crossing the House of Knives

An immutable anguish in their cries can be heard

…Ultimately death

Crossing the House of Knives