Epic I

Walking down a city street,
listening to the pace of feet,
hearing the shearing of rain,
Bringing back the cries of pain.

My minds eye opens a locked door,
One that leads to a road lit poorly,
The Visage can no longer be maintained
And the illusion is here fore unrestrained.

Screams fill the cool wet air,
The voices filled with agonizing despair.
Shaking away my inescapable past,
wondering how long this reoccurring dream will last.

I unleash these vagrant thoughts upon the city,
My body feels polluted with the enemies pity.
My soul wonders and finds solace in a mysterious light,
the light offers a refuge to all people with any plight.

shall i enter?