West kennet
Late at night
Dark
Frosty ground crunches underfoot
Fear grips my heart
It wont let go
Not sure I can carry on
Got there and standing outside
Slowly fear starts to slide
Im going in
Down the steps
Of straw put down some time before
Main chamber surprisingly dry
But for some reason I want to cry
Shot marks on the wall
Target practice for the small minded
Take them down and bring them home
Sad for them
They don’t see
Light the incense
Warm now
Rattle and hum
Rattle and hum
They join in
Lots of them
More than I imagined
A bit overwhelming
Stop
Silence
Then a reply
Freeze
More reply
I join back in
It starts to rain on me
But this cant be
Im inside
‘Even the water that falls from the mountain is warm’
A sign
Everything is fine
Drop down
What is there to be scared of?
One day my ashes will be scattered in here
If im lucky
Maybe my daughter will spend the night here
Maybe she’ll be scared too
Forget fear
Focus
Its OK
Time to go
Say thanks
Thanks for having me
Byeeee!
See you next time
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