Few are there who venture into the dark
Many stay safe, and bask in the light
But those who do go always hit their mark
The black and grey and silence is stark
And often a soul has wished for it to be bright
Few are there who venture into the dark
Cold hands scrape rocks in hope of a spark
Regretting the journey throughout the night
But those who do go always hit their mark
Hopeless journey only a depressed would embark
Wishing of a creature with death in its bite
Few are there who venture into the dark
Perhaps life was too silent without a bark
But all run through the gloom with fright
But those who do go always hit their mark
None have returned from the forest park
No noise, no evidence of a fight
Few are there who venture into the dark
But those who do go always hit their mark
- neeha
