The Hall

The hall of my memory stretches before. With images of life to my left and death to my right. Time moves slowly as I walk the path. Alone I have time to contemplate my life and all I have done. Visions of love and laughter and all that is good flow through me and wash against the darker choices that I have made but no matter how slow I walk I will come to the end of this hall. Will the dark outweigh the light or will I be able to enter the next life washed clean of my misdeeds?