‘Last Call’, conductor announced at depot~
Bullet train bound, thirteen passengers boarded.
Sacred Site, the zenith destination
for intense Soul searching,
leaves at exactly midnight.
Virtual brochure firmly focused
on exploration, vision expansion
and untapped mines.
Encouraged courageous to come,
thrillseekers also reserved, actually anybody
in need of a rush
but must be able to tolerate
extreme weather conditions, cold and hot;
ability to blend in like a chameleon.
Elementals frequently engaged in skirmishes
with wary at checkpoints,
would only tolerate travel
beyond a set radius.
Bohemian legend spoke of specific borders,
ley lines to be respected.
Boredom bragged as an excuse to cross
by self proclaimed courageous individuals,
ignorance took precedence.
Disturbance of domain,
reaped consequences from curse
placed on persons
who violated posted -Keep Out- signs.
Train ventured through secretive society
between tall trees into valley of dolls
with view of porcelain prairie landscape;
afterwards, over bridge of belief,
eventually arrived under tunnel of truth.
Appeared as if someone, something
followed path, focused on occupants.
Right of passage through threshold-
‘Last Stop’, conductor announced at depot~
Bullet train unboarded, one passenger.
Others strayed, could not continue;
temptation took them away
through sulfur scented mist,
shaped like hands.
The climb cumberson to reach doors entrance,
Sacred Site challenged Seeker
in search of Soul
which started exactly at midnight
when train door closed.
Bronze trophy winner
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