What is it?
the dark moon keeping watch on the horizon
a midnight sentinel, ominiously looming over all
far off in the distance the sound of wolves howling
all set the eerie mood for the evil about to take place
I walk down the lonely, deserted road
not knowing where to turn
but knowing that continuence leads to death
or worse
so I walk, slowly, towards a fate of I know not what
tension building every step of the way
the midnight hour is close at hand
as I seek some end
some hope
some freedom
Where shall my journey halt?
That fatal question endlessly
tumbles through the barren landscape
of my mind.
If I knew the answer, I might
avoid
the future awaiting me.
I desperately search
for some safe haven
amidst the threatening night.
None is forthcoming.