Once I stepped down into the tomb

Once I stepped down into the tomb,
Having crossed wide and far,
He gave a courteous, gentle bow
And held the gates ajar.
He took my coat and led me through
Into the underworld,
Then its dark hall came to an end
And all my fears unfurled:
Before us were two different doors
One – glass, one – metal-barred,
One had a classic ‘Diner’ sign,
One – Cerberus as guard.
I froze and braced my dubious soul
For the momentous choice;
He knelt before me, calm and kind,
Before I found my voice.
He took me by my chin and asked
“Wherefore then have I died?”
Concealed a wink, a twitch of hand,
“For Truth” I hotly lied.
He softly laughed, and mellow ash
Came tumbling from his hair,
And watched my whitest skin flush red
Under his curious stare.
“Did you indeed?” He raised a brow,
“Then please do tell me more
Of Truth.” He smirked and in one push
Opened the diner door.
He lent his hand and started forth
Into a red-lit booth,
He ordered me a pint and said
“In life there is no Truth.”