The Old Way

The way is shut.
Do not enter.
Motionless, frozen
Trap in the center.

The light has gone out
And darkness has come
With whispers of light
An ominous drum

The way has been shut
A sign, Do not Enter.
My footsteps are frozen.
There’s a trap in the center.

A bleat of a goat
And a clop of his hoof
Loudly he breaths 
In a room with no roof.

The way, it is shut
Theres no way to enter.
My breath is frozen
A trap waits in the center.

A face in the shadows
Eyes blink in the dark
A mist of a smile
The grin of a shark

The way has been shut
I find no way to enter
My fingers are frozen 
To a trap in the center.

The old way is death
Speaks the face of the goat
If you want out of hell
You’ll get into my boat.

Old ways are shut
I don’t want to enter
My marrow is frozen
As I stand in the center.