Fears

You had come at the stroke of midnight, you told me to be silent and took my hand and brought me to somewhere the world does not know.

Rushing down the steps of the endless hallways lighted by flaming torches, the deep dungeons of hanging skeletons in metal chains, the stony brick walls that made time stay still, down and down the flaming hallways of death.

We reached the dead end of the cold silent hallway that had been untouched for thousands of years. The haunting smell of death and destruction, pain and suffering, evil and torture. You held my hand and summoned a beacon of light into the dark pit of hell.

The walls began to crumble down into grey ashes, terrifying screams filled the air as the skeletons shook and dissolved into white dust, the dungeon was consumed with blinding white light that no evil could withstand, the cries of agony transformed into the sounds of angels - heavenly music of smoothing harps, light showered rays upon us, engulfing all the darkness away.

The fears disappeared as resolution sets in, fear is an illusionary barrier that we do not dare to cross. A brave step across the invisible veil will only bring truth. Only the truth sets us free.