Hidden Paths

Hold tight the paper hand
Follow the scent of dust and madness into the past
These black tunnels beneath the world
Where evil whispers its secrets.
Candle smoke swirls with the scent of ritual
Foul deeds imprinted on the stone walls
Air heavy with a thousand desires
Yearning for more in the blackness.
The irresistible pull inward to shadow’s embrace
Shallow breaths echo back upon a soul
Not lost, but hidden by its own searching.
Come to the inner edge of shadow
Beyond the black depths that swallow the lost
See what lies at the end of a black path.
The light shines differently here

Photo by David Yu from Pexels

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