Vader

On my journey through the crypts,
With sideways, a thousand.
Where to go, uncertain
My eyes catch so many sights
Heavenly cathedrals and hellish gates.
A choice falls upon me, again
How do they navigate, all these halls?
With no attempt to anticipate and read
Whispered words vibrate through the cold walls
My environment and the ghosts still circling around me.
But I am blind man
In my own crypts and mazes.