Two wanderers stop

where the dirt paths merge

She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold

Eyes catch and fall ignorant

to the sun winking behind the trees

He, from the East

and Her, the West

seek out the North and South but

carelessness has darkened their path

and the roads promise danger

As the sun and moon dare

to share the sky, She

looks to the star, smiles, and

grips His hand

They break from the Path

into the twilight of the Wood

and halt in an open field

 

She has been here before,

(though in a less willful time)

and calls his attention

to the shimmering breeze,

to the formation of a door,

Amethyst and gold flickering

in the dimming rays

and a seductive, slender handle

reflected in their widened eyes

She runs Her hand

along the golden frame,

touches her cheek to the stone,

and looks at Him with expectation

 

He looks to the cloudless sky

and back to his companion’s

darkening face

She watches Him reach

for the handle’s engraving

The pair jumps as it clicks,

hesitant of discovery

Deep purple opens into pearlescent black,

darkness that ripples at His touch

Brazen, bold, He pierces the veil

with a calloused hand

then turns to Her, smiles and

slips into the unyielding depths

She shivers, chilled by the knowing wind,

and stares into the void

His hand reappears,

silent offering for her own

She looks to the star filled sky

and coy, curious, She interlocks

her dainty fingers with His

and follows Him into the Abyss