Canned food.
 packed,
 map of labyrinth
 in bag;
 I travel lined
 street to the
 hole is the deep
 forest known as
 pamukkale.

 Ancient place
 unearthed,
 descent with
 hardy adventurers,
 but still none
 came back
 but me.

 This hell is place,
 a secret I did take,
 and laughing it found
 me,
 almost out.

 "You have ridden my
 tails and I heard
 your wails under
 My dusty beak"
 it spoke

 "Faith was failing,
 winged one,
 I follow teachings
 and what I feel
 was just"
 said I.

 "Golden wreathes we
 do receive, glances
 and tears, we adore;
 you don't know how
 close you came to
 telling the world"

 Its shine was blinding,
 all I knew was found,
 then,
 at the bottom of
 an endless white
 heat.

 The angel did pause
 before his death blow
 and asked were my
 soul was off to.

 "I had always known,
 heaven was a place
 I couldn't be. Your heaven
 is a fallen paradise were
 angels maim and children
 weep. The door we
 found at satan's lap
 led to The Lord.

 Your rebels were
 fleeing, by far
 more pure which
 humors me! "

 His grin lessened
 but then he swung
 his blade; I saw
 time and I wasn't
 afraid-

 Years later another
 young girl thought
 to find the key;
 she descended into
 pluto's domain;
 intent on a door;
 She opened it
 and saw
 his
 throne.