I was not alone in the dark room
for there stood a figure which watched me with rapt attention
careful with my movements I dared not move
for his all consuming eyes stared upon me with a look of disdain for my safety
YOU ARE READING
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
