Like Silver fish
they shimmer
A Promise of Another World
with a smile and a flap of their tail
they beckon,
scents of pine and sea breeze
envelope my blindness
invite me closer
Elusively seductive and volatile
the pleasure
in the Shine
of that immaterial moment
comes laden
with the tortuous
labyrinth
of a mind
ushered
most unexpectedly,
the luster dulls with a clank,
what appeared so alluring
stands monstrously
grotesque
the sparkle
that assured me a jewel
becomes an old steel blade,
I am left with a sinking ship
a moment’s panic
To avoid the inevitable
I back away,
bowing ever so slightly
to the Glow
of their madness.
