Glare to the Exit

Of countless roots
of human veins,
always to lead
the exit out.

But if got caught
by risen night.
No hope or calm
would save your light.

The ancient trove
lurks on the shadow.
Eyes of a beast
that chance and play
to make tender
meat for its prey.

Yet what not hurt
the guide that leads
upon the path
to your safety?
Would you then trust
of a stranger,
who face horror
and the unknown?

If tread the path
into the woods,
covering vines,
lushes of life
and great beasts
then look no one
but stare eyes straight,
to your safety.


Anacreontic…

Art: The Forest Path by nele-diel

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