Dark Passage
I took a midnight journey through the darkest night.
I started traveling before twilight.
In the beginning I had no destination.
As I progressed I learned through desperation.
The shadows I passed kept calling my name.
I didn't understand the nature of their game.
The message they sent me seemed cruel and inhumane.
They spoke about a journey on a sightless train.
They said if I wanted to reach my goal.
I'd have to release to them my soul.
" That was too great a price. " I said.
They replied, " Its too late, you're already dead. "
As my screams echo through the darkness.
My fate was clear with utter abruptness.
The shadows reached out to take my hand.
I withdrew and prepared for a stand.
They told me not to fight or resist.
It would be easier to relax and assist.
My mind couldn't believe what my ears were hearing.
From deep inside I could hear a cheering.
Somewhere deep in my inner recesses,
I was relieved there'd be no more guesses.
My rage clenched fists began to relax.
Thats when I saw the glint of the ax.
With one final sound I heard the end.
It made a sound just like the wind.
The noise was the passage of my head.
Leaving me forever doomed in the Halls of the Dead.
Written on 9/30/16
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016
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