Light, cast on the wooden bridge
Uneasy feelings, about to deprive
She, was in a hurry to cross over
He, merely wanted to stay alive

She called to him, to join her
He turned away, afraid to face
The destiny that surely awaited
That put them, there, in that place

She waited for him to answer
Only guttural sounds, from his voice
Hoping he’d turn back toward her
Knowing he had no other choice

The door to death, in front of them
The spirits came to collect, but who?
Lights swirled, merrily, only around him
The Fates come…

…and there’s nothing you can do.

 

December Writing Prompt – Destiny awaited, they had no other choice – Day 11/31

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