Don't get your knickers in a knot.
trembling toes marked black with soot,
cross the great bridge
The golden doors aren't in sight
but give off the sharp flash
the wide pathway streamed by souls
up down&around, heat finds no home
'tis a singular ray with a singular purpose,
salvation, with dedication
--this was my favorite stanza
but the wispy fingers of time caress it's edges
and the black feet slowly print them selves in worn stone
these prints crack the work of ancient architects
--omit "and"bringing these feet of flesh closer to darkness
'tis said that those that fall off the edge
--supposed to be "off?" Just a typo.
have not yet found the bottom
the doors are closed, frosted by desperate hopes
and inside these doors, vines take their way
--Should "take" be "make?"
into the pores of the once impressive marble
and the halls echo, alone,
--I think you could omit "and" here, too. It adds to the starkness.
If I'm understanding it properly it's the trek to the elusive Heaven from a limbo-type place that's the bridge span. I think your usage of certain colors added to the depth because it showed darkness due to the golden tone at the beginning.
Pretty cool piece. I'd actually like to see more to this.
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