Do We Brave The Darkness? Poem by Jean Pierre

They were lost together

Crossing lines others had forgotten

A gambit lost to wolves

A treachery most rotten



They heard it in the woods

Amongst the brambles, thickets and thorns

A noise indistinguishable

From war cries and taunts



In the air hung a haze

Of arsenic yellow and copper greens

Laced around the thick trunks

Strangling the evergreens



They shivered in their tent

Amongst the darkness, damp and danger

Afraid of ghouls and ghosts

And all the things stranger



“Do we brave the darkness? ”

Said the youngest boy with stifled cry

“We’ll have to leave the torch”

Was the oldest boy’s reply



The leaves trembled up high

The ground rumbled deep and low

The noise swallowed the air

“What of your torch’s glow? ”



Into the dark they plunged

Amongst the shadows, whispers and spies

To find your way through darkness

You must see through your own eyes