A DARK ROAD

Surrounded by trees so old on either side, a dark road far and wide,

It is said that this road steals what and whom passes on by on a certain night.

The sun never shines on this long and winding road that creates many cries,

Within the trees, beyond the road that rests in darkness sleeps a mystery.

A quiet morning drive across the country seems peaceful but something waits,

A dark road exists as all around it something wakes and waits for total darkness.

Beautiful hills and mountains have been here for so long but there’s a new resident here,

An evil force, could this be a monster that’s never seen, a dark road where dreams are taken away.

Keith Garrett