Today's Stichomancy for Fritz Lang

The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde:

Right in we went, with soul intent On Death and Dread and Doom: The hangman, with his little bag, Went shuffling through the gloom: And each man trembled as he crept Into his numbered tomb.

That night the empty corridors Were full of forms of Fear, And up and down the iron town Stole feet we could not hear, And through the bars that hide the stars