The Great Halls of Sorrow...Part II

7 January 2011

The spirits came and asked me to travel.
  They sang and danced, told me it would be safe.

Suddenly, I was in the great hall again.
  I was both the wealthy young man
  and the spirit moving him.

I held him and told him to open the doors.
  He was filled with fear and remorse,
  but gathered the courage to once again
  venture into his grief.

Slowly the great doors swung open
  dark filled the hall
  and with it, the stench of death.

We/I/he walked slowly into the dark.
  Standing on the steps, I saw a
  luminescence around me.

The light wavered when I saw
  the death and felt the destruction,
  but it did not succumb to the darkness.

I found the body of one who had died;
  saw myself lay the body
  on an alter.

I drew the spirit out of the body,
  infused it with my spirit
  and saw light go into it.

I then showed it a portal
  in the heavens and escorted
  it there.

Still there was darkness
  everywhere,
  but the luminescence
  surrounding me
  shown brightly.

And, the young man
  who was me,
  felt, for the first time,
  hope,
  and a reason
  for being.