Leaving those years behind,
He had walked forward,
Conquering his world,
Conquering his soul.

With an evelish smile
and a witchy attire,
With an ugly body,
and a dirty soul,
she saw him suffer,

The offer was simple,
The choice, obvious,
A sinful, Lost world.

Did he have the courage,
The courage,
to time travel.

I think I will never get over my fetish for “fifty five words”, my attempt to get back to my favorite genre, for this weeks prompt at writer’s island ‘Courage”
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