Writing FoChanor

[Mitch]

FoChanor
I felt my feet touch the floor
as I stepped into a stop between the door
long I stood examining
a room of short space
a room so very small
that upon the tip of my tongue
I could taste the unroominess
and inside that room
was but a tiny chair
it was a worn excuse of a chair
but a chair it was
and as my eyes flew away from that chair
I began to see the room as a whole
the floor was a dirty dirt of soot
that was a black of blacks
the walls were a crackled masterpiece of ancient tatter
and as I stood unwillingly peering about my legs slowly began walking
a sly walk of curiosity thirsting
the dirt flung up in a dust flight
as my feet touched the floor
and as I neared that ancient chair
a crash I heard behind
quickly then I turned around
finding that door to be closed
alas the room was still in light
for at the far edge of the room
stood a flimsy light
a lamp creating a mellow, restricted light
and as I regained my moments lapse
as I turned around I said:
"Just the wind."
I restarted my slow walk of thirst
nearing upon the worn chair
slowly I sat into the seat
making nervous glances about the room
and in that sudden instant
the room expanded into a huge labyrinth
quizzically I glanced around
surprise upon my face in a bland splendor
standing up I perceived a darkly lit hall
and walked into that ghostly entrance
peering about in a mysterious delight
I padded about in my curious flight
and whence I came to the end of the hall
I came to yet another doorway
standing between the door
I did peer into another room once more
and this one did seem the same as the last
small and enclosed
with yet another chair within the center
and as I glanced
upon that chair
I saw that it was no longer a worn out chair
but it looked of a newly furnished chair
and thus I began a hypnotic walk
as again the door behind me shut in a loud clang
but still did I walk
drawn unto that chair like a strongly placed magnet
thus I sat into that welcoming chair
and as suddenly as I there sat
the room yet did change whence again
and as everything rippled about in a watery puddle
suddenly I was no longer in a room
but I was upon a very high hill
a hill so high that as I peered down
all I saw was a great slope of meandering green
yet still I sat upon that comfy chair
for many a time
not wanting to leave the wonderful security which it brought
but as it became dark a coldness began to surround me
an evil air of scattery stare
and that chair no longer seemed secure
so I gathered my wit
and sat up in no longer a sit
slowly I scaled that unending hill
torture it was for my whole body to ill
but still through I made it
by some way of chance
and as I neared the end
dawn reared his starting glance
sweating abound, I stopped for a quick stance
and viewed that beautiful fireball
there sparkling within the heavenly blue sky
thus I ended my long ill trodden journey
and as I stoop upon leveled ground
I turned toward that hope holding light and spoke:
"I hath made my journey."
and thus I turned around
and set my feet upon the so hard ground
as I stepped into a stop between another door