Haunted Wood

I walked what seemed like hours in the darkness

Taking re-assurance from the texture of uneven bark between my fingers

The trees, some three times my age, guided me

Like an old man holding gently the hand of his grandchild

I walked towards the light that hung in the air like some ghostly apparition

With a beauty most haunting it gave me chills

Was I heading towards salvation from the colour of the night

Or a prelude to my own eternal darkness

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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