Under The Shadow

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May it be the shadow of the final prayer,
Or the sudden freeze of the fire’s warmth at night.
Deciding with the angel’s sudden dare,
You walk towards your unknowing, final fright.

Fleeing the ship leads to further despair,
As a rat drowning in its own cowardice.
Press on towards the curtains of her lair,
There in her hand lies the dice to your life.

© James Baker