Much silver, much gold:I am heavy with metalsI will leave behind.
I’ve entered a dark cavern;Tempted to go deep,Until the faintest light is goneAnd I’m as blind as Elymas. The air is warm, the walls are moist;My pace I quicken — then, a noise:There in the dark, some steps away,A Monster crouches for its prey. I hasten to my doom! Copyright Dennis Cortes 2021 Photo by […]