Again in the path of shadows

Twas the path of shadows that made spirits fly.

Looking up I see, a dark foreboding sky.

All around me is a quiet, gloom-filled forest trail.

In the black shrubs at each side I feel a watchful ominous gaze.

The air around me is thick with malevolence.

It takes hold of my breath and drains it from my lungs, I am about to die!

Then, with each step I take, something around here seems to break.

The floor is strewn with red, is it my blood?

I fear now, this path of red....

Is left only for the dead.

A sudden yowl came about.

So twas death upon the sullen path, my doubt.

The creature stirred and stirred in the shrubs.

I quaked in fear.

What else was here?

Out burst from the blackness, a cat!

Majestically black as the midnight sky.

The soft glow of the moon colored its eye.

It seemed friendly and innocent.

Gentle as it was, I declared it my friend.

Now my friend, together we'll walk, to the wayward end.

There soon shed light at the end of this dark path.

I could feel death no longer had its wrath.

The light came closer and brighter.

The air became lighter.

We reached the end!

So beautiful and bright, the end!

My eyes and my friend's eyes soon met the other.

We knew then, without woes.

We shall walk again, in the path of shadows.

Was it good?

Yours truly