Willow's Bluff

An eerie little poem for your enjoyment. It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;) (minus the ghostly whispers! "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one. Willow's Bluff (Part 1) by Amy Swanson 2.9.2009 The other day I found myself restless and ill at ease, so I thought I'd take a walk forget my cares in spring's warm breeze. The forest was so beautiful and trees, once dead, were turning green I couldn't help but marvel at life's mysteries I had seen. I started on the well worn path and thought I heard a sound; it made me jump, I turned to look, but no one was around. The sunlight streamed so gloriously upon my tear stained face my heart felt light, forgotten cares just being in this place. And then it happened once again I know I heard a noise! I stopped now, to investigate This hidden, quiet voice. I wandered off the walker's trail into the woods much deeper I chanced upon a darkened cave ... and the cave's gatekeeper. A mystical sight to behold unearthly glowing light it rose a bit up from the ground then faded from my sight. I made my way into the cave mysteriously dark and there it was... that voice again... slowly I embarked My flashlight shining at full force was still not bright enough to counter with this deepening dark I'd found near Willow's Bluff. I heard the eerie whispers now quite clearly, in my ear first one, then two, now several more and though my pioneer spirit got me into this, I felt that it was time to flee! I turned and ran the opposite way the voices though, were still with me! I thought I knew the way back out I tripped my way along my flashlight flickered one last light ... I found that I was wrong... somehow my turns had led me down a path I did not know; I turned to walk the other way - but there was no place left to go. *continue to Part 2*