The First Step

In the dim halls where shadows leer,

Begins a tale both grim and clear
The first step echoes cold and dire
On a path that fuels the darkened pyre.

Each footfall rings with subtle dread,

A sordid in the head
Where dreams of grandeur twist and squirm
And hope’s a ghost on life’s grim term.

The thousand miles are nothing new,

Just broken paths and sky’s ashen hue
Yet courage farts in foul delight
As fools march forth to meet the night.

Take that step—oh, courage’s lie,

Where angels weep and devils sigh
For greatness waits with open maw
To gnaw at hearts and shatter law.

In dusty corners, darkened alleys,

The quest unfolds with broken rallies
In the mire of human vice
One stumbles forth to pay the price.

See how ambition casts its net,

The blood and sweat, the pain beset
In corridors where hope’s a jest
And glory’s just a rusty vest.

So march ahead through hell’s own gate,

And let the damned appreciate
The single step, the path of woe
To greatness in the shadows’ glow.