Evanescent sun draws near ,
Dark wraps her tendrils 'round me .
Wild winds carry scent of fear —
And this dread spell has bound me .
Bound, so tight were I to leave,
To run, yet no place I know,
Weary wings from flight, relieve
From this violent breeze's blow.
But this front confronts, too hot —
Like moist breath, dark as storm's cloud.
Ourselves fear far heaven's lot:
Die; to be cast; to be allowed.
Fear binds tight mankind's senses
As songbirds fly by on high.
We lose all our pretences;
Then do dare behold the sky …
Nearing, in the distance booms
The foundation of our fear;
Loosing of the spell here looms —
Weep; so useless every tear.
Obligated but to stay,
Yet advised to go below;
Caught amidst deafening fray
With nothing for it to show.
I cannot see dark for night;
Its uncertainty so clear,
Shall now follow this twilight
For year after every year.
But that tie which binds me here;
Very reason I'd depart —
Hope, or pride, or freezing fear ,
Withal commandeers this heart.
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I wrote this poem many years ago while I was immersed in fantasy novels. I saw the Great Evil Force approaching as the Protagonist looked out on the fortress balustrade. At different points in life, I feel that the emotional turmoil, the fear and desperate hope corresponds with our lived experiences.
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Lili Jane
Hey there! I’m Lili 😊 she/her
I'm a dreamer curious about philosophy, the world and people's lived experiences. I dabble in creative writing from time to time.
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