At a Roads End

At a Road’s End

Sun-drenched hillsides elate my youthful soul,
as I aimlessly ramble down lost roads.
Forgotten woods filled with life; croaking toads,
a slithering snake, hooting owls, young foal.
Along this magic adventure I stroll;
to find the hidden city of pure gold,
or would nature’s secrets I e’er behold?
This blissful view of mine, Tomorrow stole.

Engulfed with fear; as skies turn crimson red,
awful approaching dusk hangs on the wind,
your strange presence encourages this dread,
and while, your flirty offer, I’ve declined;
when there’s no longer road for me to tread,
our separate paths will become entwined.