Friday, 18 September 2009

A Dark Autumn Night

The panther has roared
She’s lain down her sword
She’s too tired to fight
On this dark Autumn night

The quiet night air
Exposed, naked, bare
Her soul cleansed and new
She hides now from view

For the second night now
An owl cries out loud
It calls out her name
It knows of her pain

The message is clear
That it wants her to hear
“Hold on to your dreams
Not all’s as it seems”

She has no idea
What happens from here
So she lies in wait
Not knowing her fate

Alone and serene
She drifts off into dreams
Of green healing light
On this dark autumn

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