WRONG TURN

Quicksand abounds in bogs and mires,

Songs so dark come from alien choirs,

Long have they been and further they’ll stay,

Their evil voices trap in the gray,

A land once so fertile and green,

Heeded the whispers and just turned mean,

Sinking in mire, vines twisted in bogs,

We’ve gone too far and been eaten by dogs.

PTR March 5, 2011