Flying, rushing,
running away.
Away from the pain,
away from the light
into the dark.
Where evil can't find a hold
in which to sink its claws;
where hateful eyes can't see
to pierce a soul with tears;
where all dreadful things
are hidden from sight;
where there's no one
to save you from that thick night,
to fight against the dying of the light.
Where, at the gate,
even you hesitated to go alone.

And so you took me with you.

01/01/2001

Author's Note: revised 2001

Posted on 09/20/2002
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