Today I bring you Pen of the Damned’s third poetry ensemble. For those unfamiliar, each Damned writes a short piece about the same picture, leading to a wide array of views on the same situation.
In this scene, a looming archway. Stone. Empty. Dark. Surrounded by trees and sunlight, yet foreboding, as if it arose from the dirt, unbidden and unaided, and none have had the gall to cross its threshold.
Dare you, Traveler?