trail.

here

again

at the end of the trail of breadcrumbs,

deeper in the wood than before,

in dark, in dark.

by now, the threat of silence

outwitting the cries of the hunt.

is noone on their way?

pale white feet stir the only edges of light,

digging themselves down into

dirt and leaves.

those same hands hold a jewel.

it's spectacular shape is crowded by the blackening nightfall.

it's shine smolders with no stars to see it.

the trail is marked with glowing bags of sand,

offered with a leap of courage.

the signposts laid out with care; a pinch of bread, a ribbon tied,

a heart shaped invitation.

but, something stays hidden in this treasure map.

in the spot marked X, something is lost.

where the steps are taken, the traveler will find the gold.

so, it waits. so, it waits.