the kingdom

 

The evening call me from my life, demanding I obey

I have the keys to the tower door and I believe I know the way

The fairy man appears from nowhere his throttle open high

He knows just where I’m going and has permission there to guide

Across the depthless chasms at the doorstep I arrive

The night’s conspiracies haunt me and I am no more alive

Lost in the grip of madness each step is thickened lead

I arrive at my destination, the kingdom of the dead

Reviews

[Helena]

Dark and eerie, you penned this so well. Sent shivers down my spine!
Visually this was superb....took me right to a place that I didn't wish
to go....at least not yet (and I hope its not in THAT place!!)

Great read and thank you for submitting this to Tovli's challenge this week!
Please come back again....

Helena :)

[Jake H.]

Glorious. I can't write poetry to save my life. That was chilling. I love you.

[Chaos]

Interesting piece. I found my mind drifting through a forest thick with over growth; dark. My feet were dirty and wet from the moss that gathered between my toes as I got closer to "YOUR" destination and then when I got to the gates and realized where you had taken me, I was afraid to go in and so I ran.

Great write!