P.S.

×The Night Guard×

I wrote this for a competition 3 years ago. Unfortunately, I didn't win, but it was a lot of fun.

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'Twas dark and cold,
As the night was due.
She stood there, still,
And facing the moon.
I thought to myself,
Is it time,
Time to get her to be mine?
The picture, unclear, just like the sky,
If I get her, would she love me,
'Til I die?

Still in deep thought,
I looked at the floor,
Then slowly started my way to the door.
Suddenly hearing a cry of great pain,
I rushed back to the window and noticed a flame:
Beautiful, orange, and yellow, and red;
It didn't spark, and it didn't spread.
It simply twisted, and shone like a torch,
And as it died down, it left no scorch.

Soon after I tried to work it out in my head,
I heard a slight sob from under the bed.
As I drew near the sound slowly disappeared,
Then under the bed, I nervously peered.
No one was there, it was all in my mind,
I looked out of the window and was nearly struck blind.
The brightest light humanity has ever seen,
Was right there in front of me - or so did it seem.

A voice called out to me,
"Come, take my hand,
   I'll take you to a faraway land."
I thought to myself, angel or demon?
As the voice continued,
"I'll make you a freeman."

By now the decision was difficult to make,
And I knew that I'd made an awful mistake.
When I finally said that my answer was no,
The voice then vanished, as did the light,
And I was left alone in the cold, depressing night.
The depression so deep, I could not complain,
And never was I fooled by The Night Guard, again.

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This is a bit more of a narrative poem. More story-like. This man basically has hallucinations and sees things that aren't really there. It's mainly things that he thinks about, things that happen in his head. Sometimes we believe something that hasn't been said, and it causes us pain.