Heaven, Hell and the Inbetween

Staring down at a burning sea of glistening lights.
Black plateaus protrude and break up the sparkling chaos.
A loan beacon in the distance, beckoning passers by - land here.
Draw closer.
A field of black rock where lava once flowed.
Draw closer.
Enter Snow Canyon where wind's swept path creates it's vast formations.
One light glows in the darkened distance and I wonder:
Do they see my light?
Massive moonlit cliffs rise above the charcoal valley floor.
Drawing closer.
A lone dead tree perched at the edge of the clifftop.
Closer.
The fire's dimming embers radiate.
Wood hisses and pops while it combusts, it's transformed remains
flowing over the edge and through the valley.

I am.

An owl speaks to me in the distance.
Bats circle over head.
I stare up at the moon as the morning light begins to erase the stars.
One by one, they fade into oblivion.
Only to return with the next passing night.
The sky takes on a faint illumination.
Birds begin to sing of the approaching new day.
The coldest part of night is just before the morning breaks.
A trail to my left.
A trail to my right.
I think today I'll go right.....