Winding, ragged and long;
the tunnels bore down the the core.
Warm and cold, impossibly old.
Navigation impossible
to all but the natives
used to the shadows that
surround and suffocate.
Maps and signs are useless
as it moves with the planet.
Serpentine -
slithering shapes so undefined
skulking where the light
fades at the corner of
the eye.
Where are we going
and from where did
we arrive? Forward motion -
no return now.
Scrambling in the dark
for a glimmer of light -
emerging from
dusky dust covered darkness.
Lost souls still
entwined in warrens
covered up, hidden away
from the sight of the
higher stratas.
What strange beasts
may still lurk
in the dark
and what stranger beasts
still force them
to stay?