Danielle Martens - Crossroads

A field of green,
split four ways
by a crossroad.
One leads to the future.
One leads to a castle.
One leads to an island.
And one leads to the
darkness of men’s
souls and the heartless
ones set free by
misshapen keys.

Danielle Martens

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