Lost
A Poem
By Linda Heuer
In darkest night there is a sound
A shriek, a cry, a plea.
I look but briefly all around
But no one else I see.
I shudder long and tremble more
Not knowing what I hear.
A dog? A Horse? A beast of yore?
My frenzied thoughts do jeer.
How came I here, I do not know
But curse the bitter cold.
The wind doth cut the spirit low
Which used to be so bold.
Alas I do not know the way
To leave this Nightmare land.
I try to keep my fears at bay
And take a lonely stand.
All night I say upon the hill
As terrors 'round me leap.
Around my eyes the monsters kill
What e'er they find asleep.
For now I understand that sound
The shriek, the cry, the plea.
The knowledge sends me to the ground;
The cry echoes through me.
I know I'm here forever more
Within these woods of ill.
Trapped in the darkest depths of lore,
Tears from my eyes do spill.
Alone I stand against the cold.
Alone I'll always be.
Alone within my heart I hold
But one last shining key.
For tho I stay within the night
No others need do so.
For I alone can choose to fight
And land a winning blow.
All tears are gone new resolve rings
I'll win before I'm done.
Once more with laughter my soul sings
I'll fight and see the sun!
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