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Poem written 02/22/2013


Submitted:Feb 22, 2013    Reads: 28    Comments: 11    Likes: 7   


I've never been there, I don't know what it's like,

through the dark woods, in the middle of the night.

I don't have a map, and I don't have a guide,

to lead me through safely, to the other side.

~

The straight and narrow has overgrown with thorn,

and their teeth do await for my flesh to be torn.

Branches crisscross the path in such a horrible site,

and their claws do await for my blood when they bite.

~

I'll be your way, your truth and your light,

that shines in the dark, on your darkest night.

Follow me, for over death and darkness, I have won,

said he whose countenance, was as bright as the sun.

~

With no sunlight or moonlight, to see your way by,

cause your light went out, when the evil winds cried.

You can't get through, don't know your way around,

so I'm going to be your way, to that Heavenly town.

~

Only one warning you see, the devil said,

don't look to me, for your water and bread.

Heed the light with eyes, he's been through before,

and you'd best bring him, or suffer ever more.

~

I'll be your way, your truth and your light,

that shines in the dark, on your darkest night.

Follow me, for over death and darkness, I have won,

said he whose countenance, was as bright as the sun.





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