Jeff's Poetry

The dark road

September 26, 2023 · Paths

Cold, chilly and frost like, the path of the dead souls stretched for miles. No a breath of fresh air, the plants gave off scents of decay and the sun was a sickly green. A castle loomed before the road and a door was bared open. Blackness covered the entrance and it was impossible to see what lay within.

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