Mystery Spot

My eyes had witnessed sight,
of the burning sunshine bright,
Heavens azure grew on ere,
haze reduced to tear,
in this ethereal realm,
my thoughts were in whelm,
yet I were empty and blind,
no memory came to mind,
In illness, at a chilly breeze,
I took a deep woeful sneeze,
With reluctance, I sought,
To where I have been brought,
I lay on wood, even and cold,
Yet also very withered and old,
By side, I heard a seagull's song,
It came closer, and grew strong,
The dredging sea waves clashed,
The salty water heftily splashed,
And there, docked, was a shipwreck,
Of a ship that crashed after a trek,
I shifted my watch, to wall of stone,
Echoing tunes upon the windblown,
I ascended my eyes, to temple olden,
With pillars blazing with hue golden,
And there, in the murky gloom,
Rose a passage to a strange room.

With my senses and strength rising,
I went on, finding note surprising,
It told of two beings in sorrow,
Whom met soon over a borrow,
With hope shining anew,
I decided to follow the clue,
However, upon my first tread,
I saw device, to which I was led,
I climbed stairs, ever so hushed,
Yet with a pace I felt was rushed,
And there, on a cliff steep and high,
Two mechanical gears made me sigh,
I circled, studying with my bare hands,
Its slick surface felt of faultless sands,
Yet they stood dormant, like statues still,
And thereby, gave me no further thrill.

In need in finding reliable aid soon,
I followed the path till I saw the moon,
Soaring pines bore me only friend,
One I could trust fully to the end,
Before me, three pillars at either side,
Looming in shadow made them pied,
Between them, few marble steps rose,
To a pool, perched afar by many crows,
As I approached, hasty and tired,
I found what I had so desired,
For on the water, were a sealed letter,
On a toy ship, so I may seek aid better,
The writing told place where stars met,
And where they held a malicious threat.

Amassed in a storm's husk, rain began to fall,
In house, of rosewood door and marble wall,
I sought shelter within, wherein I found,
A machine emitting a humming sound,
I beheld its true form under the light,
Hurled by the pale moon of the night,
The sphere, with holes imbued of red shade,
Illuminated the room, deemed dark to fade,
With grand eagerness, I explored the room,
And on the silky stone, I saw a bloom,
Unbeknownst of its sense, I found below,
a number scarred unto the wall, a zero.

I felt the sudden roughness of the stone,
Touching its patterns chilled me to the bone,
Studying the odd mark's shape, I pressed,
A swirl of blaze descended, like light blessed,
And by some magic, the scarlet hue instantly vanished,
Darkness crept back, when moonlight was banished,
Yet, a different device emitted azure light,
And very soon, it returned my eager sight,
I found by hand that the symbol was gone,
The ruby sun loomed as a harbinger of dawn,
On either side were two panels, each with a book,
One red and one blue, I opened one to take a look,
Most pages torn out, as if in rage, others of dust,
I treaded carefully, not knowing what to trust,
the other one yielded nothing pleasing,
further, all the dust made me sneezing,
At long last, I beheld the light's source,
A hanging picture, of some eerie source,
Lest it showed only a corridor, a way,
I felt the drawing held something at bay,
My eagerness getting the best of me,
I touched the thing, hoping it'd be the key,
In another swirl of mystical power,
That forced me to suddenly cower,
I awoke, in that barren wooden hall,
The sudden transfer made me fall,
Fully conscious, I soon understood,
I needed to follow the path of wood,
Into the ensnaring gloom that crept,
Into the eternal shadow that slept,
And so, weary, I took my leave,
Thinking I had just lived my last eve.

Oblivion enshrouded me, and I embraced it,
Nonetheless, deep inside I knew, I'd never quit.