Nod

Wandering with odd steps, I make my move.

My future but glass underneath my unsteady feet.

Vines of uncertainty clasp my hands tight forcing me to gulp air that is no where to be found.

The toll of fate must be paid, eyes from a pirate troll gypsy whisper mumblings of consequences and fate.

I give the female creature a bit of my soul to pass. What stupid thing have I done? I wonder as a piece of me is missing. An ache is in me I have never known before.

The glass under my feet is now in shards and I bleed. The snakes are drinking my blood in full glory. Like vampires in a frenzy, but I continue on.

Bleeding and wounded I meet a man, in a valley where my despair ever deepens.

His sly sinister smile drew me in. He danced with me my feet became hot my dress a flamed in ash and soot. Was there no end?

I cried in anguish I was exhausted from this tango of insanity.

I screamed for dear life.

I awoke in my bed I now l lay. My sheets soaked of my sweat and dismay.

My nightdress smelled like soot and ash, not like my lavender bath.

A reminder not everything in life is at it seems in the wanderings of Nod.

I would not sell myself for a future of glimmer and flight, for dancing with the devil is quite a fright.