The slender
Black tendrils
Spread over
The white page
As his pen
Methodically
Plowed it.

Witches, demons,
Space cowboys,
Rebel fugitive brides
And their sexy
Assassin lovers.

Lights and shadows
Dancing in the
Moon-lit scenery
Where deep secrets
And confessions
Dress themselves
As simple flights
Of fancy.

Tiny fragments
Left around
The maze,
A hidden trail
Of jagged breadcrumbs
Laid in writing.

Are we
Too close
Or too far
To see the writing
On the wall?