One dark road carved it’s way up a mountains back.
There were no stars, no moon.
All was hidden by a canopy of dark trees, obscured behind a veil of clouds.
Only my dull headlights washed over the ground.
Determined to conquer the mountain, I pressed onwards.
But the mountain had other plans.
I pushed up the road rising higher and higher.
As it wound its way up the peak the road fell away.
It narrowed until wheels crumbled loose Earth off the edge.
Dark branches reached out like fingers trying to hold me back.
Boulders were spat across the path.
Like tiny guardians of the mountain above.
Although some were not that tiny.
Holes riddled the way like the mouths of great beasts.
That tried to swallow me whole, the truck groaned and it leaned.
It threatened to tip.
My heart was pounding while my nerves were on edge.
It took all that I had to push forward through the might of those jaws.
To stop would be mean defeat.
It would also mean I was stranded, in a deep, dark forest.
With no one to help.
I kept moving.
I spat and I fought.
While the path never got better, eventually the trees faded.
I watched as they fell bellow me.
In the dark the world spread out around me.
Stars came in through the gaps the trees had kept closed.
They shimmered and sparkled; I felt their warmth.
They told all the stories they had.
Some had travelled 12 billion light years just to greet me here.
I couldn’t let a dark road keep me away.