Woodland desolate of human life,
Not an unnatural sound to hear.
Lost with no lack of fear,
Path unseen.
Senses alert,
Breathing controlled,
Time slips like water in the hands.
Three rounds of the clock to return,
A path later to learn,
Contact made.
Shock, tiredness, annoyance,
Drink the solution hastily,
No drops left.
Fear gone, tiredness evaporated, problem solved,
With wondrous and fantastical efficiency.
Memory obliterated, time unclear, sleep imminent.
The night will depart and make way for the morning,
Til then rest and recovery.
Sweet dreams all.
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Assorted poems of a MoonWolf
PoetrySimply a collection of my regularly written poems, varying in length, style and subject :) Cover provided by someone I haven't heard from in a while..
