In Deep Slumber

When souls have been in deep slumber

There is a sinister magical spell of doom

Somnambulists are driven toward a cul-de-sac

Walking through a decrepit tunnel of maze

Many doors open, but there is no hope of escape

Souls unaware of the gravity of the situation

Tranquil solitude has retired many ages ago

Wilderness of creepy vines and entanglement

Souls caught in the timeless travail of a journey

Desires ignite the passion to a mass frenzy

Hara-kiri, now has a cumulative effect of destruction

Soon the cups will run dry and souls will be parched

In deep slumber, they will be led to a denouement

Not even a drop will be available to drink from life

The eternal fountain has changed its course©