Lost

Making a left turn,

instead of a right.

Looking for day,

surrounded by night.

Lost in a fog,

hands as your guide.

Searching for the truth

that walls don't provide.

A candle appears,

ethereally bright.

Eldritch feelings,

palpable fright.

The Shape lingers,

a menacing hide,

fangs, teeth, and claws,

with flesh, they collide.

Deja vu takes over,

you've been here before.

The writing is on the wall,

you know what's in store.

What you thought was good

was only a dream.

The omen comes true,

lost in a scream.

The end comes soon,

darkness too fast.

Enveloped in pain,

Death's icy blast.

Making a right turn

can't see what's left.

Lost in the night

with a heart's broken cleft.