“Come away with me,
Just follow on”, he said
My senses tingling with dread
Holding on to my last sane shred!
Up ahead was a dark alley
Leading into fear and folly
Screams echoing from far behind
The sky looking dark and blood red
He turned towards me now
Offering his hand out, for me to hold
Terror rising, fast and utterly bold!
Should I turn and run to flee?
Should I stay, knowing not what will be?
The pleasure of anticipation burning bright
Cares left far behind, in this unholy night!
I grab his palm, stepping into the shadows
Come what may, fear or fright
Hoping earnestly the next few seconds
Will bring me to light!
© Chriselda Barretto