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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze. Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed, pearly stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze. Though lanterns hang vacant in streets staring blind, broken paths paved in puzzles compel me to roam, I’ll not leave you behind. The cannons keep calling, the piccolos shriek and the druids drift, drumming, while pale pagans speak. They’re urging me forward, my senses they’ve mined, and the trail is erupting, come hie to the hills I’ll not leave you behind. The looking glass glistens, a firefly glows, and the brownies leap lightly on tiny tip toes for the twilight’s collapsing, which serves to remind that as dusk turns to dust, with no time for farewells, I’ll not leave you behind. The ponies of plunder prance, passing nearby, as crusaders on stallions cast stones from the sky. The figments they’re facing have paid them no mind, but our broncos are bolting. Corral what you need, I’ll not leave you behind. My visions are swirling, they flash from the crown, from the rainbows of summer, the tinsel in town. While the compass wheel’s spinning, the minutes unwind inside evening’s auroras – so cling to my cape, I’ll not leave you behind. Drooping droplets of wax adorn pinched candle wicks while the vampire steeple’s cathedral clock ticks of the terrors in tombs where fagged flames lie reclined with their flickers fast fading – abandon the glim, I’ll not leave you behind. Continued in Part 2
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