Time's Forgotten Stairways Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Breaking the fast of midnight, storm clouds brew upon the
horizon, scattering life-blood of reunion.

Staying power hinted at slightly, bowing to a greater force
not altogether known.

Traipsing down the forgotten stairways of time, being cut
off in ruins of catacombs underground.

Everywhere there is dust of ages piling itself in every
facet of unknowable life.

Stepping onto great walkways, hoping to cross the chasms
and canyons with one step.

Not knowing that it cannot be done, slipping backwards, it
falls into the dungeons of hell on earth.