Sunday, March 1, 2015

Penumbra’s Gate


Penumbra’s Gate

Portals to infinity, quite often unseen by most,
when catching eyes looking down, reveal reflected ghosts.
Thoughts retreat from shadows, anxious moments wait,
for there in pools on cobble stone, the frame of Penumbra’s Gate.

Beacons call attention, urging minds to bend and enter,
hypnotic waves of darkness, keeping victims off center.
Legs give way, the body down, no power to get up and rise,
Wraiths move in to trap your soul, under nightmare skies.

The will to break comes swiftly, suddenly you’re on your feet,
confidence builds as armour, on evenings cobbled streets.
Twilight surrounds ecliptic, the puddles dry and fade,
unknowing which is up or down, you hear laughter in the shade.


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