The Doom to the Dome
Upon the pathway to the dome,
I saw a city upon a hill.
I saw strolling avenues paved in stone,
And behold, a knight riding with impetuous zeal.
Approaching me in condescending form, he asked,
“What is thy purpose here, in this solemn afternoon?”
“Nothing, oh noble sir. Just a fair walk to the crypt.” I masked.
“Hurry so you must, before the sun wakes the moon.”
The knight galloped into the shade,
Before the sun escaped into the light.
Walking I remained, seeking no shelter from the bade.
But on the surface of the sky, Venus revealed with great delight.
The foreboded warning I ignored,
For passion warred with reason in determinate form.
Reason fled as passion soared,
For these two mixtures torn and forlorn.
The night crept into the day,
As Andromeda and Capricorn joined Mars,
My pace continuing without delay.
But there it was, awaiting me within the stars.
Oh a torturous fiend, I saw with fright,
As it grasped me in its enormous palms.
It swallowed me whole, with unparalleled might,
Leaving no room for remorse or alms.
So here I sit, in the belly of the beast,
Telling the story as I starve in peace.
This here lesson teaches that no matter the feast,
One must follow advice or suffer the yeast.