A poem

This path that I am wandering on
Is full of mystery
Once paved with dark and eerie death
Now paved with light and mirth.
The angels they are calling to me,
Singing their somber songs.
Goats and fishes dance with dishes,
And so I stay for tea.
Who knows where I shall go,
Who knows how it will all end?
Only fate knows for certain,
What is around the next bend.