Travail of the Soul

Rise through the seven realms,
Pass through the seven doors,
Whispering to each guardian.

Blink not when promised distractions,
Of ruby and emerald,
For they cannot help you here.

Glance behind and be corrupted,
As legions swell,
For or against?

You shall sway with the cries,
Of soul ache and loss,
Gesture for benevolence

All shall follow,
Though they ask not why,
Down down ever down

Confront your nemesis,
With open arms,
Stare into mirrored eyes

With infernal acceptance,
The divine reclamation,
?