Traveller

I was a traveller 

reaching for the depths of the Earth

had a feeling of wanderlust since

the advent of my birth

One woeful day I dared to tread

a dark, dangerous path,

it turned and twisted and disappeared into 

the mist, so unbelievably dark

The dim light of the moon

seemed to illuminate all that I could see

But the little heart inside my chest wanted 

me to me to be the bravest that I could ever be

The gravel path lined up with 

crisp, orange, autumn leaves

left shadows pitch dark through the 

netted moonlight of the trees

Suddenly something fell from above and

hit a tree’s root

scared, I looked down and found

that it was just a fruit

Queer, I thought, in autumn

the flowers never bloom

but here the fruit laid at my feet

the woods silent in their gloom

I noticed through the bushes that 

red eyes were staring at me

I couldn’t seem to believe the crude 

truth of reality

Slowly the eyes rose up,

before me a black figure stood

higher than the sky and his face was hidden

by the black of his hood

My feet stuck in their place

my skull nearly froze

my hands began to get numb

as it suddenly grew wondrous cold

The leaves crinkled and crunched

beneath the figure’s feet

the fruit turned to dust in no time

I couldn’t seem to believe this feat

“Hello friend” a voice came

and scared me to my soul

it looked as if an elf stood in front of 

a big ginormous troll

“What are you doing at midnight

beneath the dense canopy?”

“Just prancing, glancing, strolling around 

falling into this ecstasy

“I am lost here, friend”, scared and alone

perhaps we can walk together?”

Without an answer began to walk with me

employed a tactic, so clever

I didn’t pay attention, just obeyed 

and walked under the moon

and somewhere deep down my heart I knew

this trip won’t be over soon

I told him all about myself

where I came from and where I go

but when I asked him to introduce himself 

he didn’t seem to know (silence)

A chilly wind blew past us

which seemed to stop the time

but the cold didn’t seem to bother him

he didn’t seem to mind

I’ve been through these woods a lot

and can help you find a way

I’m familiar with the routes here

your efforts won’t go in sway

Took me though another route where

his red eyes were all I could see 

somehow, I realised I wasn’t 

as safe as I’d meant to be.

I suddenly saw the ashes 

of the fruit that fell on my foot

figured we’d been going in circles 

my heart accepted defeat

In the midst of this perilous journey

came the road’s end

“What did you want to do”, I asked

“I came to bury a friend.”