Gloomy forests
Black trees deprived of leaves
The ground bare of vegetation
The sky grey
Paths
as a spiders web
If the wrong path is chosen
you die!
Goblins with swords
Trolls with hands like clubs
Await.
Month: March 2016
Storms
The curtains bulge forward
Waving and flicking like snakes tongues
Dark
A pit with no end beyond the shattered window
Sharp
quivering arrows
from an invisible bow
flash past
come nearer
but never hit
Cold
like sharp teeth biting at your will
The wind
An invisible net
thrusting at the haggard rubble and curtains.