Prose Poem: A Place


That place, that one dark eerie place. A place where much has happened. Stories of that place rain throughout the town. Stories of that place remain etched in history. That place, that place, that place. Avoid at all costs, avoid that sacred space. Avoid it, for the price it costs is one you wouldn’t want to pay. The last one known to enter that place, is now known no more. A place where the only survivor is death himself. A place where the only glimpse of light is the glory of God.