The Passage

Tread to the golden sand of shore,
Bare the path where dangers store.
To there, that gaze, the faceless stone,
Statues on statues that guard alone.
And what may lurk, behind its gate,
The truth of it all, acknowledge your fate.
Reach to the end and never look back,
As lot would turn the other track.


Art: Le passage interdit by eaworks

 

 

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