Source: snappedbyjc
Take the night to the limit.
The road to its end.
The sun to its setting.
Life to its climax.
Leaving no stone unturned.
No drama left undone.
No sentence left unsaid.
Take the night to the limit.
TAKE THE NIGHT TO THE LIMIT
journey
THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Let’s take the road to nowhere.
Anywhere but here.
Far, far away.
Somewhere else to stay.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
The end of the journey
where the sea runs red,
the nights grow long,
dark shadows roam free,
and The Dead come to play.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
WALK ALONE
WALK ALONE
We walk alone.
We may ask for help,
but no one understands our grief.
No one carries our problems.
This is a journey
we must do alone.
FILL THE PAGES
Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
Source:whitechapelwitch
NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
leading to fantasies.
This is the road
determined by your choices.
You must chart its course
and deal with the twists and turns.
A ride of a lifetime
to be dealt with wisely.
THE LIGHT
I reach for it.
I clench my fist.
But I can’t grasp it.
It flows through my fingers,
continuing its journey.
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing can hold it.
I drop my hand,
and bow my head to it.
ICY COLD
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue.
The view waits for me.
A few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the sky.
The colors take my breath away.
READY, SET, GO
We’re moving faster.
We’re getting closer.
It waits
Patiently.
We can’t stop.
We have no control.
When the time comes,
We must be ready.
THE JOURNEY
The mist follows close at my heels,
Relentless in its pursuit.
Roots poke through the ground.
Tree limbs grab at me.
The fog clears.
The forest ends.
I’ve reached the clearing.
He waits for me.
A black stallion is his ride.
I grab his extended arm.
He lifts me behind him.
We ride like the wind.
I sigh and turn my head.
A scream is lodged in my throat.
His face isn’t of my loved one
but a mask of death.
We ride like the wind
to the ends of the earth.
Hell’s gates shut behind us.
No one is knocking on its doors.
