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.