I sit upon a precipice,
of rocks as cold as grim.
From here the sun is just a point,
so distant and so dim.

Alone, the darkness welcomes me,
so soothing with its kiss.
I stare beyond the emptiness,
into the black abyss.

Pluto, last amongst the gods,
the dwarf who rules the dead.
Two choices lay before me now
turn back, or surge ahead.

– J.S.Worth