More like poetic writing than actual poetry but the thought just came to me...

The void lies ahead. A row of men—a wall of guards—blocks the way. Their faces set in stone; hands holding axes, swords, knives, and bows with grips of iron; eyes like hard jewels of diamond and ice staring straight ahead. The void pulses behind them. It moans in anguish, in loneliness.
A man hurries on , toward the pit and toward the wall, as anguished and as lonely as the void that calls ahead.
"Let me pass! Let me pass!" The man cries, as the stone, iron, and jewels hold firm against his weight. Diamond and ice burn with determination. The wall doesn't flinch, doesn't give, as the man screams, pleading, "Let me pass into the void!"