Something different on the wall ahead,
unthinking I ran,
anything,
any change under sun, sea and sand.
The beach widened,
I hugged the wall,
never liking the still water anyway,
a blemish,
in unbroken onyx.
I arrived.
Curious,
A grey stone gateway.
Stone as featureless
as the black barricade around it.
Topped with a simple arch.
The stone was as cold as elsewhere,
if I thought I had a pulse,
I might have felt it in my hand.
Then I noticed,
crowning it all,
inlay glowering down,
a spider inky as the wall.
It bracketed the arch,
I looked up
and it's red eyes opened,
and looked down on me.
