The night is eerie,uneven cobblestonesblanketed in silver-graylichen, like a thick coat ofpaint, poses a difficult path.Trees with menacing limbs glistenin noxious green-tinted mist.Should I turn back? I tread my path precisely, likethreading the eye of a needle;This treacherous trek gives megoosebumps. I sense I’m not alone.Eyes glare from every nook andcranny; hoot owls echo warnings. […]

Spillwords Publication – Beyond the Opening Gate