 Wednesday, May 26th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
The far-land journey will send you down
Down you will go to the depths
The deeps
The darks
Creeping into the vine shrouded valleys
Climbing the shale slicing mountains
Will you slide and slink and sink?
Will you die spent and needing drink?
Down you will go to the wilds
The lost
The wanderers
Will there raise a standard flying?
Waving above to lead past the mire?
The sinking
The slinking
Sliding again to the boggy mazes
Watching moonfaced phases
Now the dark, deep valley
Will lose you in her heart
The pain
The quicksand
Who will throw the saving vine?
Will you?
Will I?
© May 26, 2004 Marissa A Spencer
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