My first attempt…

Cross the path of fear you realize the forgotten angels
... the night of endless ages
Needing fluency of thought the reincarnate strangers
           require            repeating            stages
Now and forever the headless horseman rides
Realize the fever of a thousand strides
Never looking back the wingless insect hides
Outward to eternity, infinity, inside.

Spiralling toward the point of incandescent light
Signalling the thought of fear, the telepath has sight
Never to outgrow the pain of senses pulling tight
Obscurity is prejudice, ideas on pages white.

Requisition senses plucked from thoughts of minotaurs
Following the labyrinth that leads to twenty doors
One door leads to freedom, the rest to purgatory
Never are your chances hinging so precariously.

© Elwood Herring 1976 (Inspired by "Close to the edge" by Yes)