Sword Fight of Thought

“Slam” the metal door shivered, Jerking back and forth, steady holding sword point, Head lamp opening a small portal into the deep dark… Cavernous expanse ahead, Drip, drop, flutter, all around the cavern echoed, Filling nervous hero with dread, Cackles, there afar into the dark, Villainous laughter that would rattle herculean nerves, Step by step,…

Optics

Rich are the optics of the well liked, Dark are the same closets, For everyone holds a darkness within, A twisted form of ourselves, Some take pride, Some fear it, Some work to overcome it, While others seek to perfect it, Our nature, the true nature, The soul of our being, That is the true…