You enter
The room of it
Slow
Low glow
Soft shadow
A question
You’re not sure
You want
To know.
You track it
Like prints
In the dust
Thin trust
Cold gust
A riddle rising
From rust
That says
Follow me
If you must
You hold it
Like a clue
In your fist
Tight twist
Fog kissed
A cipher
That insists
There’s something
You’ve missed.
You speak it
In rhyme
To keep it
In line
Fine spine
Dark sign
A whisper
That walks
The borderline
Between
Yours
And mine.
You chase it
Through halls
That shift
Walls drift
Lights lift
Each turn
Another gift
From a ghost
With a grudge
And a myth
You face it
When the maze
Goes still
Soft thrill
Sharp chill
The moment
You learn
Its will
Is only
As strong
As the breath
You fill
And then
You let it
Fade
Blade laid
Heat stayed
A secret
You’ve finally
Unmade