NaPoWriMo – Day 29


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.

Crossroads Photo by Cherene Pearlfrom Pexels

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