Passage - Skepticism

Only a pale light greets me as I arrive

Empty corridor as I enter

Pulpit at the end

I was there

Words drown as the walls give way

The grand division

Roaring pipes surround me

Reaching towards the sky

Growing like massive trunks

Notes with faces

Ascending to darkness

Trunks with a voice

The grand division

Once inside

Bright like a city of silver

Calm like a morning lake

Buried in the dust of time

Forgotten and faded away

Found through the passage

Explored like a forest

The grand division

Roaring pipes surround me

Ascending to darkness

Trunks with a voice

The grand division