There stands a yawning abyss......
On edge of it I stand....
Apprehensive of the free fall..
Yet gripped with exhiliration of all....
The darkness beckons.....
The gloom lures......
To a place with an endless depth
Where once maybe the devil wept.
Bewitched by the spell Of all
Teetering on edge....
I feel numbed......
And then all of a sudden I plunge.
