Me

Paddle forth beyond the maze
through paths afraught with laughter
by death by dawn the somber yawn
and green to alabaster

Here lie close to deep within
of hate a pride your master
with sunset soon the amber moon
and rise to crest the faster

White the light forbidden see
and pass beyond thereafter

Open field weathered glen
hold dreams to make and marry
while quick the strike and poison like
to he love made unwary.

by Steeven A. Smith

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