Cole Fletcher THE DARK

[THE DARK ]

Cole Fletcher

The full bright light of the night sky shines down upon the glimmering grass, I walk along fingertips brushing against the soft tips of the grass, I fall to my knees begging for my life as that full moon once beautiful becomes sinister, the gods above didn’t listen to my plea, because I fall to the ground as the screams start again, the void I enter heartless and dead, the empty abyss building in my chest pounding to escape, the endless dark calls to me, it wants me, I shall not give in so if I do, it’s gone, the empty abyss engulfing every last atom, I am what it wants me, the moon will save us from the abyss the dark against the light, or the darkness will rise.