That could only be reached through a long stretch of road.
And in this lonely house lived a lonlier man
Who had not left his house in a seven-year span.
It wasn't so much that he was afraid of his yard
As it was that he had been mentally scarred.
Seven years ago, young Sabin, with his spouse
Still had the courage to stray from his house.
They used to take brisk strolls when the weather was fair,
Simply talking and joking and enjoying the air.
Until one day, when the temperature was low.
Sabin's wife went missing in a terrible snow.
It is a scene too heartbreaking, too sad to discuss,
His tearful search through the blizzard, long and tedious.
Though no longer mourning, he is comfortable, he admits,
With his walls tightly enclosing his familiar abode,
Which houses a bedroom, a kitchen, a study, a commode.
But still there was an emptiness in young Sabin's soul.
He had no family to laugh with, no friend to console.
His lonliness suffocated and darkened his days
He droned day-in and day-out, in his zombie-like daze.
He was fixing himself a midnight snack
Of macaroni and cheese, so he fetched a large pot
Which, like he, had been neglected, as it had a rust spot.
He set the water to boil, and soon walked away,
Not wishing to endure the water's stubborn delay.
Perhaps the water was insulted by being considered so slow
For it immediately bubbled and began to overflow.
In this fiend's shot-lived moment of sadistic felicity,
It splattered and splashed an outlet of electricity.
The current, now angered, summoned a new beast,
As a fire broke out to being its own feast
Of the house, but meanwhile, Sabin suddenly became aware
Of the bright flashes being ommited by the ravenous flare.
Intuition told him to flee from its fiery doom,
Yet he couldn't bring himself to part with his mortal tomb.
So he stared at the flame, which had instinctively towered,
And did not cease until the man was devoured.
To a new world - a new universe. A whole new dimension.
On his way to salvation, he glanced down to see
His home, or at least a smoking pile of debris.
At once his heart raced. He was outside his walls!
But he was soon thrust upward, in short, violent squalls.
He was thrown with the might of a dozen poo-flinging gorillas,
But fell with a poof on clouds the color of vanilla.
"Speak out the reason of your unwarrented fear."
Sabin had not used his voice in years,
But he spole as polite as he did sincere.
"Sir, if I could only see you right now
I would ask you why I have come here and how.
For seven years, I've wanted only my home-"
"Lies!" Rang the voice, "You didn't want to be alone.
Your downfall was that you were too scared to leave.
You thought, because of one tragedy, you should stay there and grieve.
Nothing terrible ever awaited you outside.
What lurked was the moment of your wife who had died.
You think that life was created so you can sit there and mope?
No! Humans were forged to have goals and hope!"
He sighed, "You will soon see I am not as strict as you think.
All you have to do is rise and drink
From the grail, which will cast you a new life.
Hopefully on your second chance you won't fill it with strife.
Live well, this time, and to heaven you may pass.
Until then, don't let the door hit you in the...rear."
And with that, a golden chalice appeared,
Suddenly alleviating what Sabin for so long had feared.
If he could relive his life just like before
Then that means there also lives some hope for
His wife, who he could undoubtedly save
And keep her from finding her wintery grave.
Without haste, from the golden grain he drank
And nearly immediately, to the Earth he sank.
