Was wandering an infinite stretch of road
Beyond what I could see to be the forest's fold
I wrapped around a bend and then back again
In my headlights stood a man far from his den
With a start I did stop, red streaking across the brush
The wind had ceased and I felt it all hush
This man up ahead, this silhouette against the light
His domain was the darkness, his home was the night
I went out to him, and I extended a greeting
He gave a low bow and a feeling so fleeting
began to wash over me as though a sickness did crawl
into my belly and my body threatened to fall
were it not for that smooth and silver voice that slithered out,
"Hello traveler, what brings you out and about?"
"I'm on my way to Bennings, I've family fallen ill"
"I'm sorry to hear that friend, but a moment of your time still"
He reached into his pocket and extended to me
What in the shadows and harsh lights I could not see
I leaned in close to get a good look
And that was all he needed, that was all it took
Into a dark abyss I fell, deep within the fold of his hand
He did so without budging from the spot he dared stand
His name that confounded me, his name I did know
Could have warned me of the fate that would ensnare me so
But alas I remain in the darkness domain
Where Chernobog rules and weary travelers lay slain
The unruly notes in his inhuman voice
I just acquiesce that I had no choice
The void has taken me and this is my decree
If you see Chernobog out there, you'd better just flee.
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
