I haven’t done this challenge before but the picture has popped up several times in my reader and intrigues me, so I thought I’d check it out.
Thanks to Hélène Valliant at Willow Poetry who sets this challenge every week.
He had come so far, now only ice stood between him and the castle of his dreams.
One more test lay to his right………. a dark shape watching his every move, neither bird nor animal, its eyes sought him out, waiting for him to flounder and fail.
As long as he stayed on the path and had light to guide him, the shadow could not strike.
Unbeknown to the traveller, his fate was already sealed.
Beckoning him on in its eerie glow, the false moon was an empty orb of phantom dreams, the dark figure within a lost soul destined to walk for eternity to a place of sanctuary that was no more than a pipe dream in the sky.
The figure was him.