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Light in the Dark

A flight of fancy?

By Michael BPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

Amidst shadow of night

I wandered the ancient wood

My heart filled with cold, cold fright

Of stories left untold

But then I saw a glimmering light

A shuttered lantern held

By hooded figures, shrouded in the night

They beckoned me follow, and I was compelled

The trees around me come alive

Their branches twisting, turning into shapes unknown

I felt this a dream, but could not thrive

In knowing if it be good or prone

To nightmares dark and cold

But then I came upon a clearing, bright and bold

A tree, it glowed golden and shone

Against the trunk I took my rest, and felt at home

A sleep fell upon me, so deep

And when I woke, I could not keep

The memories of that night

Was it real or just a flight?

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Michael B

A left brained guy with a long running notion to do right brained things. I’m only hoping to become better at it.

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    Written by Michael B