Mirrored Halls Of Gods And Men. Poem by Michael Gale

I walked down the very long corridor of mirrored walls...
Nothing but i stared back in wonderment and awe.

Marble and Byzantine busts of Socrates and the like...
Nobody named Mutt, Jeff or Mike.

Seers of the future and anciently past...
Trying to catch long awaited and abated
ideas to cast.

Hercules to my left, and Thor on the right...
Looking to wrestle or get into a tussle with a monster, to fight.

The weirdest Gods at the end of the walk...
Only with me, to want to discuss with and talk.

Medusa gave to me her real angered stare...
Do you think, that I really give up a damned, or care?

The Minotaur rushed at me with undaunted care...
No weapons of me, wishing to share.

The china and dishes fell to the floor...
A thunderous crash, no plates, no more.

A thousand thousand fragments scattered about...
Only a pin being dropped could be heard, not any such shout.

The Gypsy told me that I would be reborn a life not earned...
Maybe that Devious Satan, sentenced to burn.

Alas alas my wings did melt...
How was I to beware the Sun's rays felt?

Down to downward did I spin...
Into Earth bound, not with grin.

Molten lava exploded in blast...
Bad bad dreams, not meant to last.

In a tizzy of a sweat, did I awaken...
At last alive, no more ways mistaken.

No mirrored halls, no busts of men...
It's now off to Heaven ward I go, without sign of sin.