Crossroads
Darkness envelopes,
like a cloak of black
velvet. It entices,
softly at first, then
like writhing snakes
it eats you up, piece
by excrutiating piece
you cease to exist.
Now, the light looks
appealing, it shines
out of reach, yet it
is like a beacon,
guiding home the
miscreants it lost to
an all encompassing,
all encroaching, evil.
At the crossroads
it is a hard choice
to make, give in
take the easy route?
Or cover rough ground,
take the difficult
path that leads home
to the Summerlands.
©The Vixen of Verse, 2020.
Loved it, but sadly the route I take always seems to go past McDonalds
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