I hear that pesky demon
Telling me this path is pointless,
That soon I’ll be stuck alone
Out in the woods in the rain.
But my ears also burn with the memory
Of what we said would be someday.
My eyes imagine the valley
Hidden behind the forest,
Rising fog, and my own dismay.
Dare I pass through that shadowed land
When all that will be left to guide me
Is the circling wind, clouded stars,
And my own thumping heart?
But how could I dare stay behind
When that would mean
I would spend the rest of my days in the dark?
–Written by Sandy Heights
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