Crossroads
At the behest of the scrambled universe,
He stood lost, trembling in the cold.
Facing the eye of a convoluted curse,
He accepted the burden at those crossroads.
The guide rode away, disappeared in a flash,
The light faded away, a darker blur of colours so far.
He waited for a blush of crimson, there came none,
Fear accompanied the scuttle of bones, at those
crossroads.
A void of darkness, enveloped body and soul,
Dreams furlongs far, not a milestone to be seen.
Faded signs and misleading vines surrounded the paths,
No divine altercation answered, at those crossroads.
No direction seemed right, compass as useless as a pebble,
Where in the world, were these damned roads?
Wading through the marshes, a futile illusion,
The
address of the crossroads?
Junction of the 23rd and 24th street, Purgatory.
