Cold darkness
Desolate, complete isolation
Walls bleeding bland
Apocalyptic nightmares
Blank stares
Deadfalls, soaring cliffs
Toothy traps, venomous snares
Fleet-footed foxy demons
Eel-tongued salesmen
Witch doctors and pharmacies
Boasting cure-alls
And pushing their wares
Don’t look
Don’t listen
Speak not —
Behold!
Light penetrates the fog
A simple call echoes
Through cavernous canyons
The veil lifts
Hope flares anew!
Demons shy away
To dark passages
Biding their time
Waiting for dark
Waiting…