Traps and snares

Lost and beleaguered within a pale stainless night
Pursued by the minions of pestilence
Grotesque skeletal henchmen
sniffing the night air and tasting the shadowed breeze
Seeking the scent of fear

In that dark wilderness she sees it,
Golden light peeking through a sequestered woodshed
All she has to survive is a demented warning
Stay hidden! Keep to the shadows!

Yet still, the promise of warmth and refuge addles all prior instruction
Her frightened mind dazed by this long spine-tingling pursuit
She creeps slowly towards the light
wearied from hours in the cold and the dark
heedlessly inching her way into the very trap she’d been warned against,
The enemy lying in wait

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While writing this I kept thinking about the easing of some quarantine restrictions in some places. Much needed relief don’t you think.

But I hope we do not allow the weariness of solitude to make us forget to keep taking the basic precautions. We aren’t out of the woods yet.

Stay safe my friends, stay cautious

Oh and I hope you enjoy the horror poetry