The Stone Stairs

There were stone stairs, unexpected Right there in the middle of the park They were beautiful, with carved banisters Leading down into a glade of sorts Dark trees rose on either side of the path Shutting out the sun The track quickly vanishing in the gloom No sound No birds, animals, not even wind Following…

The Doorway

As we come to the doorway It would be easy to falter We cannot see beyond the threshold It’s black as the void within The stone steps are old and worn Made long ago by forgotten hands Unkempt ivy overhangs the opening Limp tendrils twitch a warning in an unknown breeze No one has come…