Dissipate

An orange glow emanates

from the entrance of a cave.

Wavering heat reaches

its threatening tendrils out 

in hunger, disappearing.

The wall of a fallen castle

broken shell of the past.

Dust settles around the 

decaying wooden floor, 

rough concrete bumps

tickle my fingertips.

A small, stone well 

with a bottomless pit.

Only darkness obstructs 

what lies within.

Once in a while, 

the wisps will soar into the sky

then dissipate.