…of death

My heart beats a new rhythm
destiny unfolds and journeys begin
unknown twists and turns
this road is one of solitude a path with no return
all bridges must be crossed
these tangled rivers will in time reveal the truth
the turmoil within envelops me
while awaiting the torturous pass of the night
and all the while the dark red blossoms of death
playing heedless in the shadows
are ever whispering quietly in my ear
© Ann Bagnall