Not E'en Footsteps Of Angels

It's a bit on the dark side and frightening. (At least I hope so!)

The footbridge stood 

Far deep within the wood

Moonlight on stone

Gave forth a ghostly glow

The stones shone white

As bleached bone might

Hard and dark

As the eye of a crow

The overpowering reek 

From the creek 

that ran ‘neath

Was of pungent incense

And dead flowers

Both at once rancid and sweet

As from slow rotting meat

Across creek a carpet

In the Devil’s bowers

The bridge long unwalked

Would say if it talked

“I’m naught but mortar and stone

So please don’t deny me

At least you could try me

So I shouldn’t be 

All so alone”

But don’t be tempted

To enter the wood

 Nor should you

be enticed to cross the footbridge…

In the least…

E’en footsteps of Angels

Are not meant for that span

Much less so for e’en

…Man or for beast…

Author's Note

Sometimes It's fun to not try to be really poetic and just have a little fun with it.