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By YellowSnowBall Date: 2004 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.31.13.30.11872]] |
| With long strides I carry home. Not to. But with. I see a lamp and no post. Junction. I have been walking on a snakes tongue. The road less traveled alone. By Forced I chose to rest. The great taker of life. Bourne to consume. Tonight he is my ally. He will keep the evils at bay. Sleep will come and with it the resurrection of demons, wishful false hope and hopes. I will not shake their hands. Not here. Not now. I cannot and must not turn back. On the road ahead a figure appears. I recognize him. He is the man with no face. The one I ran from not to long ago. He point to his right. To the road on my left. I tell him I must travel the other way the way of virtue. He stands by the fire. He says "the road you must take may not be the road less traveled alone". Uncertainty. How does he know what is or is isn't. I hold myself...I...no other. "Be not afraid" he tells me "my name is.... friend" |