As Above, So Below
Catacomb bones line the thoughts like memories gone and lost, The dark side of Paris where secrets come at a cost.
Spray painted walls reveal inked out truths, The swirling letters and blacked out youths.
Secret messages to warn those who pass the gates, Will soon meet their untimely fate.
For the philosopher stone will not be easily found, One must continue much deeper underground.
Hidden under the streets of Paris the chance of internal being, Desperate choices with open eyes, unseeing.
Many go in but not all will come back, These demons that will take them into the black.
Through the hole they drop, Finding themselves above the top.
Standing in front of the Eiffel tower, Only to wonder what great power.
As above, so Below.
[sooooo I watched the movie “As above so Below” then months later at 2:08am in the morning I woke up and wrote this poem. It’s been in my iPhone notes for a while and thought why not share it]