#WritcoPoemPrompt110
As the evening comes to a close,
You were thinking about what you want to do with the rest of your life,
The clock chimed and something unusual took place...

As the evening comes to a close,
And the sky turns a dark shade of rose,
You sit and ponder about your life,
Wondering what's next in this endless strife.
The clock chimes and you feel a shift,
A mysterious aura, like a magical rift,
Something unusual is about to take place,
In this quiet and tranquil space.
Thoughts swirl and your heart beats fast,
As the clock strikes the hour, at last,
A figure appears before your eyes,
Cloaked in shadows, with piercing eyes.
You feel a chill down your spine,
As the figure whispers, "It's time."
Time for what, you cannot say,
But an urge to follow, you cannot sway.
With hesitant steps, you follow the figure,
Into the darkness, where nothing is clearer,
The streets are empty, the air is still,
You can't help but feel a sense of thrill.
The figure leads you to a door,
Hidden in an alley, you've never seen before,
It creaks open, revealing a room,
Filled with mysteries, shrouded in gloom.
Books and artifacts line the walls,
Whispers and secrets, the room enthralls,
The figure turns to you and reveals its face,
A wise old man, with grace and grace.
He speaks of ancient knowledge and lore,
And how you've been chosen, forevermore,
To carry on his legacy, to seek the truth,
To unravel secrets, hidden from youth.
As the evening comes to a close,
You realize, your life has taken a new pose,
No longer lost, but with a purpose to strive,
Thanks to the mysterious figure, who helped you thrive.
You leave the room, with a sense of wonder,
As the clock chimes, counting down the thunder,
And as you step back into the night,
You know your future will be filled with light.
© ladyjacquelineprincess