The Darkest Path
I look down the path
I have chosen.
Uncertainty fills my thoughts.
It is dark, foggy,
dying trees on either side.
The immense darkness
envelops my surroundings.
Somewhat a living horor movie.
A phantom being,
a ghastly figure,
floats hauntingly,
guiding me to a lake.
Mist hangs in the chilly air,
blanketing the soil,
giving mere existance an eerie feeling.
My reflection stares
deep into my soul
off the mirrored lake.
The stars twinkled dimly
through the fog of twilight.
That just goes to prove,
there is light
even on the darkest path.