Cellar of Doors

Driven by vagaries to the bottom

Sage lifts burning at both ends

A mortar grinding into a pestle

Overflowing with transmuted gold

Keyless passage

A hall of arches

All doors refracting doors

Like a lachrymose reliquary

A shadow swallows a rusty claymore

Ebbing down into hues of red light

Filling a black cellar with no exit

Like a drape of blood

Filling the cellar like a drape of blood

With my mouth agape

I swallow it all