Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

winter has the light gone bright,
sequential order to be delivered last,
powerful rhythms given to fly,
journeys westward and nigh,
jewels covering the flaccid,
cream coming from the rich,
a time lost in thy potential,
gold paved along my road,
lead me to the temptation,
for I could give,
if I can go…