The Vigil

Alone in the dark
Meandering through the woods
Exploring the myth

Branches of trees crack
Leaves rustle beneath your feet
Distant howls are heard

Even the full Moon
Sheds scarce light for you to see
A flicker ahead

Bizarre visual
Entities holding vigil
Faceless and silent

Fire spits to the sky
Opening to the heavens
And then they appeared

Spirits wandering
Like planets orbit the sun
Looking sad, hopeless

As quick as they came
They projected to the sky
"Door" closed behind them

Suddenly, darkness
No fire, no vigil... nothing
A hand on your back