Penumbra’s Gate

Penumbra’s Gate

Portals to infinity

so often unseen by most

catch the sorrows of my eyes

ponder my reflected ghost.

Shadows dark retreat in thought

to hypnotic moments, wait

for there in pools on cobble

the frame of Penumbra’s Gate.

It’s beacon calls attention

bending thoughts, to enter minds

hypnotic waves of darkness

that render victims’ blind.

My legs give way, fall to ground

no power to up and rise

that’s when they came to take me

pull me to the other side.

Yet, fear then drew more swiftly

it gathered me to my feet

as courage stood defiant

on Penumbra’s cobbled street.

Twilight imbues the crossing

as puddles dry and fade

uncertain of my bearings

or where my feet have strayed.

Streets are unfamiliar

with malefic atmosphere

demonic laughs from shadows

in voids all wrought with fear.

Frantic, I then start searching

for puddles that hold a door

the gate that pulled me in here

which I can see no more.

But then appears a lamppost

same beacon that drew me in

the scene, just one last puddle

reflects to where I’ve been.

To dash and cross on over

before its darkness expands

and drains the mirror puddle

to ensnare me with its hands.

Lunging forward to the ground

in speculum, eyes are fixed

to pull me through umbra’s door

where two worlds have surely mixed.

In a flash, the weight is gone

no darkness upon my back

from place where I just travelled

the puddle returns to black.

Pensive face checks out the scape

as I climb back to my feet

to see familiar buildings

upon my cobbled street.

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