now when our hero has fallen

now when our hero has fallen straight down and directly

hit bottom he walks on living stones set as a path narrow

across the needle eye unendurable and unsanctioned

he peers defiant into the untrodden path disappearing

in the dead of nights beyond convinced that no death

comes without certain errors suffered by degrees in time

crawling through the hole his hands burst on fire sudden his

sight darkens the only one unblinded by faith he walks at

last free of terror at ground zero among the rest faithfully  

bleeding his thoughts to fuel the recipient mother vessels

flying to great beyonds each of them full with treatises

of our lore and a great black bible holding the claims for evil
to what is simply explained with plain observance and reason

failing our hero dumbfounded tho filled with honors at heart