Devil's Shore

A Lyrical poem.
Devil's Shore

In a place I've known before,
betwixt cliffsides, Loth and Grieve.
Where sunlight's blocked, always.
Dimness reigns, no reprieve.

Thick mud, like tar, beneath my feet.
Black leeches and slugs abound.
Swarmed within grains, their hunger's greet In the depths; they can be found.

Acidic pollen, from Grieve's peak.
Drifted down, a crooked, wicked dance.
My eyes cried tears, my vision weak.
in this forsaken, cursed expanse.

Fungus covered Loth, like a shroud.
A dense smog, it did create.
The air was dry, and my chest been bowed.
I struggled, a gasp for my fate.

Lost and bewildered, how did I come,
to this wretched, desolate place?*

Coiled shells cut my feet, I'm numb.
Leeches latched on, their thirst begone to chase.

My head throbbed, and my throat burned.
The noxious fumes that fill the air.
A burn from within, my body yearned; an escape and for solace fair.

A chime ringed out, a rhythmic sway.
A melody that remained unchanged.
I stumbled forward, pain in my way.
Determined, though, my steps trained.

The chime continued, its clear sound.
A soothing song amidst the strife.
I called out for help, my voice dull.
Yet the person with the bell stood ever still.

Three final steps, and then I saw,
a stone fountain, waters that ran free.
I drinked from its salvation, the pain receded.
Revived me, like a gentle breeze.

The water hit my eyes, vision restored.
The sting subsided, clarity anew.
Surrounded by greenery, a vibrant chord.
Daisies bloomed, sweet fruits were in view.

No trace remained of Devil's Shore.
I vowed, never to return again,
escape from darkness, forevermore.