Two weary travelers take heed to adventure.
The sun’s fading call they soon must answer.
The light from the sky in the dead of night, illuminates the path where nothing is bright.
Shadows shift in the bends of the trees,
Clawing, biting, grabbing at we.
Merciless souls left in the woods overgrown
Heartless. Loveless. Dwelling in droves.
Enduring the static of Hell and Heaven,
Engulfed in flames, they quietly listen.
Wounded together, some lesions match.
Grim souls in the shadows waiting to grasp.
But
Your hand mends with mine.
Our fingers move and intertwine.
Guiding the other back into the light,
Where love prevails amongst, The Dead of the Night.